A singular framing –
A singular dot
Held in space-
Pixelled perfection,
Why do some of us float?
And others drown
In the opulent
Splendor,
This sea of
recompense
Is it ever enough?
Surely, at the end of our days
– A witty line
A wink
A meme of intent
Will linger a little longer,
Than our collective attention spans
Alighting on truths
This alignment spinning-
At least we know to look up
At least we know humility,
Is the only thing holding our feet
To this firmanent of humanity~
Our groundcrew of experience
Sneers at the space cowboys
Jumping in on the
Fattest cash cow
Because if any of us were blasted into Space-
We already know the Awe
we would feel
And maybe even the tumbling sadness
At Seeing the
The bluest lone orb
With the thinnest of shields
Holding her in place.
+++++++ the end.