The galaxies swirl spilling Supernova Stardust
a gathering pearl that consumes the olden carcass
A maelstrom twisting, its fists interlocked
grips upon ships as they drift from their docks
Starboard to Star Port but all is contained
in the singing of silence as though a ball and a chain
In the sprawl'd spitting flames and sintering sirens.
Swinging the iris, sight seizing all in the plane
such Syzygal vibrance in Universal Alignment
and too the Earth and Environment
that grew from dirt in its timelessness.
and Hissing Miasma at Galactic Center
a prismatic vacuum e'er collapsing the aether
greater than groves and pastures of nectar
and stages of growth in natural selection.
We war for quarries supporting morbid stories
Gory sordid deeds for our immortal glories
But all that's attained is vain, a coffin accost of the greed in our veins
from bombing 'pon plains toward our hedonist gains
we feed on the brains of those that bleed on our chains
we lash with whips and a master's grip for our needs so insane
but when one simply glaces toward the sky at night
and overcomes illusions of a tyrant's might?
One will see we're less than ants upon a giant's mites.
There we are, in a sea of our stars
yet we're less than an atom and its mesonic charge
less than its quarks, so much less thank a planck -
yet we're set on a course without a vestige of thanks
so in Singularity of thought fear not death, let's advance!
Eons and infinity taut but we've been blessed with a chance
to live out our lives and do the best that we can
so instead of chasing a car and creating more scars
let's praise the stars!
We're living and breathing - please take it to heart,
we're more than just our cells, we're the masons of art
we build each day things so amazing it's hard
to fathom for kids as they play in a yard
that the whole of the universe from Earth's face while racing to Mars
It's merely the Milky Way, never strayed we too far
But beyond us in Andromeda and Alpha Centaurus
None of us know what wonders they hold!
We lie as infants in orbit with our Sun as our home.
“There is perhaps no better a demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world.”
-Carl Sagan