Smaller
Within myself, I hold a universe.
Silent. Darkened eternity.
Stars and galaxies seem distant and far
As you naviage the empy planes
And cold and desolate
Planets that may have once held life
Are now starless and dead.
Ideas abandoned or flung away with the death of a sun.
Nothing there left to see
A darkness so complete it is penetrating
And the silence itself sings.
In this nothing, there is me:
A darkness, still and endless,
But if that is all you see,
Perhaps you are not looking close enough.
Stars that are nothing more
Than pinpricks of light at a distance
Are fiery and all-consuming up close.
The planets, now nothing more than wanderers,
Once thrived around this warmth.
Their siblings still do.
In heat and intensity
Racing around the star they call home
There are ideas still burning
And deing still living.
They fight all their petty wars
A taste of time
In a vast eternity.
And if you listen,
You may hear
The sound of the heavens
Crackling away
In its silent intensity: a song.
Never just the silence
You have come to expect.
A song that you may never know
But hear all the same
If you chose to look at the sky.
Each galaxy orbits the other
The tides that rush the water
All the same
In a creation of life.
Each idea burns its course
And dances with the others
Colliding and fading in a constant birth and death.
In the nothing you swear you see
There are dances
And ballods
And ideas so bright they are blinding.
There are battles and blood.
In thi universe,
There is more than you can imagine.
The world is chained together
Pulling and pushing
Against each other
Each independent aspect
Running my world
Together.
And in this eternity
Rests me.
I am the star that burns.
I'm far too bright.
I am the deep black hole
With far less light.
I am the wanderer bound
By no star's strong grasp
I am the darkness, eternity
A solid, a gas.
So in this nothing
I beg you look deeper
Than what you claim you can't find.
My dear, I am much smaller
Than nothing.
Look closer
And you will see life.