Billion Year Cosmos Poem by James Tipp

In this billion year old cosmos what are we?
Does the moment of our entirety mean anything?
Does the movement of our species back and forth have any effect.
Has life happened a million times before and been erased?
I think therefore I am a philosophical answer.
I know my past and my present, the future fog bound.
I know I laugh, love, cry, believe I have purpose.
Yet life is measured in such finite minuteness, I wonder.
Knowing is a state of being different, a uniqueness.
Allows the possibility of other, defining the other a problem.
God, alien, extra terrestrial, energy, force, all human constructs
So we spin alone in the emptiness and wonder.

(c)J Tipp June 2018