On significance

​I had three people send me a funny little cartoon about a dominatrix showing their sub the universe & Milky Way and calling them insignificant in the grand scheme of things, which is hilarious, however since I’m a optimistic nihilist & a romantic I wrote a poem about how if nothing matters, then it all does.

We are the universe
experiencing itself.
crescendos to fractals,

The inevitability of us.

Explosions in the sky,
pillars of the universe,
birthplace of the stars,
Exist only to be 

in awe of us.

Oh, let us delight in ourselves.
Let us feel our bodies and the hurt in love,

press against the lines and boundaries
that separate the material from the immaculate.

Let me cry for us all.

Bellowing & whimpering beneath the arch
and sole of the soul.

At worst, we can sit back in awe
of the abstracts, revelry in the wreckage.

Inspiration persists despite impossible odds.

Flowers underfoot.

Destroyer of worlds, love.

Creator of theater and charm, love.

Punisher and punished, love.

I am both the hand that feeds,
and the dog who feels no shame
in its desire to desire.

1 of 1 of 1 of 1.

010101010101

If the conditions are granted,
I see myself from above it all

Spector,dream
witness to myself.

Odes to artists,
their objets d’art,
and their audience.

Committed
a monk in monastery,
a single candle engrossed in shadow,

Hands forming the animals we once were.

Both sun and moon will always find me.
Every star in the sky
turned to a cell in my body.

An infinite mirror
reflecting within my chest,
as deep as space and time itself.

Slicing warmth.
Service.
Reception.
bound by eternal reciprocity.