13.8 billion years spark, space, and dust boiling ball of gas cold dark rock an impossible miracle 70 billion dead 7 billion alive
me a crystal lattice of chemical bonds ups and downs forever dissolving into a pool of entropy
a small heart trying to make sense of it all where have i come from? where will i go? in the infinite nothing who am i? how do i know?
in the void of my anxiety i see your beaming eyes: two perennial stars, a breathing soul that feels and i know that if death is the end if life is but an illusion you, my friend, were real
When the complexity of life overwhelms my anxiety, this poem helps ground me into what, I believe, is most real.