So it’s night and I go to smoke
Outside
And see—so many fucking stars
Just hanging up there
Flickering like crazy

(Maybe
Some of them are planes)
Anyway
Here’s the epiphany:
I feel existential fear
Because I’m so tiny

So tiny
I can’t see but a microscopic bit
The whole of it I can’t see
Because of these spiky things
Of roofs
Thrusting upwards into the sky
(Not going gentle into that good
night)

They’re cutting out a miniature piece
For me to see
While the whole of the universe
Is laughing at me
Bastard

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Posted by Mara Eastern

I'm a sardonic blogger, snapper, scribbler and rhymer; a virtual space invader who indulges in cheerful negativism, morbid self-deprecation and bleak humour.

6 Comments

  1. Lapsing into these words evoked such black, velvety bliss…wonderful…

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    1. Aw, thank you so much!

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  2. Lol – starry skies are awesome. But it does kinda remind you how minute we are 🙂

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    1. Exactly my thoughts!

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  3. “This isn’t too good ‘objectively'”, but I think I understand (a little).

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    1. Haha, what’s good “objectively”? Who’s to say? Anyway, of course I’m not good objectively. I blog for fun, not to be good.

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