How can I be understood 

if I am a microcosm? 



People gaze upon the stars 

to bask in the mystery 

of what lies beyond them, 



but I only feel longing.



i wish i had something to say
but i feel only a gaping heart
which seeks to inhale the universe
in its sigh

to fill the emptiness

cosmic intricacies
infinitesimal infinities
stowed away within the heart

but how much emptiness
it takes
to swallow outer space