Detritus On The Swirl Poem by babitha marina justin

a star dies quitely
somewhere in the darkeness
Sans supernova.
can you see that?

my small world
my piece of sky
my sand stamped on paper
measured with chains
my protons in
the gaseous brew
of expansion...
I cling on
to my boundaries
my moralities, my miniscule
worth space in the
face of immensity
that we dare not fathom.

Big Bang is God!
only MATTER matters
helium, hydrogen
and gravitation
in a split second
that holds me to my narrow feet
my world firm on the ground.

Dont I know, Im
detritus on the swirl
in the never ending
face of enormity?