Who Knows?

A question of brevity. Of divinity.

This is the elegant docking of my despair

the unfathomed lengths of loneliness

Stars and nebulas form my only lasting friendships



Who am I to wander these wonders

Like some eternal entity that forever seeks solace

in the eyes of an astronaut



I have expanded and stretched

no longer recognizable as form

merely time elapsed, merely empty vast



Until we meet again

Oh! Sweet molecules, essences of me

This is the far-flung, dimming lights of some kind of life



Maybe, in another time

we shall dance under the stars

but who can know divinity