We Are Unaware Poem by James Mazalic

We exist in a soup of cosmic dust
a dangerous place of destruction and creation
with worlds upon worlds of endless dimensions

Dark matter passes through us without notice
while we ride the earth in it’s journey from night to day
and all the while we are unaware.

We journey the long orbital path around the sun,
without a hint that we are moving at great speeds
and all the while we are unaware.

Tethered to the sun, we follow it’s orbital path around the center of our galaxy
at speeds that confound human understanding
and all the while we are unaware.

We cling to familiar senses to build a reality that saves us from confronting our true condition, and all the while we are unaware.