a poem by Alexis Derickson

I stargaze looking in infinity
Millions of miles away. It occurs
To me how strange it is that we rotate
On a globe in the exact middle of
Some Everything and of some Nothing.
How far out does the space go? Does it end?
If the earth was created in the space
Then how was the space created? What were
We before we are everything we
Are now? And what will we be when we are
Nothing? My mind is getting too tired
By all these questions and so the stars wink
At me once more. Their secrets are safe for
Another infinity I am sure.

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