Teeming Universe

Sphere of darkness embraces,
Stifling my sum knowledge.
Yet still I look out upon the inaccessible,
As a goldfish may stare
At a glass dome of blurry colour.

Electronic probes, telescopic aids
Make vain, valiant attempts
To puncture the sphere’s bubble.
A motley of stars to delight and torment
The greatest of fertile minds.
Tales of a transit, perhaps a wobble,
And a scientist’s suggestion
Of perfect conditions.
But no one hears.

My conclusion?
Ten billion stars in each of
Ten billion galaxy cities.
A universe of infinite proportion
Built for me and my brethren alone.
A colossal, gargantuan waste of space,
Physics in overload, self-indulgent to extremes.
Purely to dazzle, to wonder, to mock,
To tantalise one tiny world,
One soul in a sterile heaven.

Now I watch the dawn with a lonely sigh.
A small reddened sun follows
Its golden brother across the
Familiar dead sky.


© Teeming Universe 2008