Over the edge, I’m falling—

No, just dizzying fear, acrophobia again.

Peering into the abyss, I see

Broken promises, no stars, planets,

Not even dwarf ones, no asteroids, moons,

not even super ones, no comets, meteoroids,

saints, astronauts, photons, multiverses,

—no heaven,

Quasars, Musk-bits, satellites, Major Tom,

Galaxies, black holes, nor space burials.

 

The earth’s angle rounded by curved space,

Einstein’s claim, overlooks a sun-warping place,

And orbits squared by ten, to the nth degree,

on the edge of knowledge.

But all I see is darkness, no matter, dusty, unlit,

Bent time, invisible quarks and gluons, one

Plane, indivisible, neither truthful nor just,

under Lunacy, without liberty

–Sandwiched to Sol, Ra, Surya

A morsel of the great nothingness.