Cosmic Forces Poem by Mark Heathcote

Nothing is ever really empty
even the darkest void is wanting to-be-filled
like a tear, a black hole in space
seen in reverse is a gateway to the stars?
Nothing ever remains empty for long
even a deliberate manmade-void
in a science lab will unearth atoms
incoming enticing the other to collide
perhaps it's all just a courtship dance
there isn't a puddle where the ground is level
like balls and skittles, we-are-designed
to fall down but equally, get up again.
The game is not to win or surrender
it simply means we should never give in
we should all just-keep-on playing.