Walking down the shady starlit alleys,
Dreary and grimy with the dust of dead stars,
Followed by my own vast void trail
I am a cosmic traveler.

Sometimes walking through stellar graveyards,
And at the same time - nurseries;
I see the multitudes of those imperial fiery orbs.

I see the small dim spheres,
Spheres of humility, not desiring glory,
And yet the observers of eternity.

I see the ones of moderated existence,
Their years of being outshone by others;
Till finally they tear themselves apart,
A tribute to violent glory.


Finally, the gigantic scorners - Bloated Pride;
Scorching their insides, only in the search of glory.
Only to crush their own selves in vanity
Horrible abortions - distorters of space and time.

And then I see a small blue speck,
The House Of Representatives,
Themselves the contents of all that is Universe
Yet training telescopes far from each other.

I smile at these far-fetched eyes of their race
And then walk on...