Universe

Here I lean back into the gentle arms of galaxies, Spirals dizzying my sight, The soft space and freedom Caressing my skin. Here I find my head swimming in thoughts unspoken, Vast and dark, Little stars flickering in a galaxy far away, The Emptiness and Everything slowly Drowning me: Those thoughts of todo y totalmente and Antimatter and The color of your eyes. Here I gladly drift As a plank of wood from a pirate ship, Sunken in the sea, Would much like to drift, Bobbing slowly down this stream of time And space, Without a care in the Universe but To keep those thoughts Caged safely inside my spiraling Galaxy And never let them free, Lest they echo back to you In your own little planet and something Breaks From the reverberating sound. That wouldn’t do. We can’t have our orbits collide through the Intergalactic void; We can’t have your world come crashing down, And sideways, And backwards. It just isn’t right. Your planet has a gravitational pull much Stronger than mine And I don’t think your astronauts could handle the Weightlessness. Here I float, approaching an all-consuming black hole in Deafening Silence, The words too loud for me to hear Or say.