Alone
With a fragmented personality
On a fractured planet
I look up into God's creation
And see space nebulous
With rules that have
No meaning to me;
Shall I stand up
Or lie down,
Sleep or take a walk?
What difference is it
To the universe
That pulses with gases and static
Endlessly out into the void?
Would that I were
Out with that foremost atom
To look back and see the plan;
But no matter;
All would be black
At such a distance.
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