Dense
black
sky
stars
drip
in
from millions
and millions
of miles
away.
From here
we stand in wonder
of Destiny
of Capitalism
of the New Pope.
Safely,
In the confines of these
Gold dusted mountain tops,
We ask ourselves about this life
And the next life
And the last life.

Of space
and its reaches.
Of the sea
and its depth.
Of the air
and its toxicity.
Does it matter?
Does it matter?
These questions bounce back
From a
dense
black
sky
unanswered.