I was once told the universe begs to be noticed Stars are constantly being created and destroyed Planets are bombarded with energy Comets are traveling along their course (Until some greater gravity, force, or God’s hand changes their track) Yet the universe Lives Breathes Pulses Through the land you stand On the water you float And the very air you breathe Varying elements, that comprise The crumbling ruins of Athens The cleansing sea mist on port city walls The terminally ill bodies in which we are confined, Litter all things like crown jewels The universe shines from our fingertips But nothing gold can stay And eventually our lights fade into the distance: Boats deserting the shore, never to be seen again Only after they navigate past sheer cliffs Bathed in the remnants of the painted nightfallen sky Our lives do not ceaselessly beat on like the waves on a shore No matter how much we wish it so We return to the Earth from which we rose While still retaining the cosmos inside of our beings Stars will continue to be born and die Desolate rocks with still absorb radiation Meteors will move along their infinite ellipse (Closely followed by a mile-long tail) As long as we exist The universe will—