#sorryaboutthebadformatting

  Quietly we lie in the glittering expanse of a vast and endless universe

so unimaginably large that the void between an  existence and the next

is the ultimate barrier to the perception of what we are truly a part of

  massive clouds of gases sit suspended in space, nigh-phyletic stars

forming and exploding, the crucible of our firmament a coagulation 

hundreds of trillions of fragments spinning, twisting, spiraling, attracting

through the darkness of the beginning, accreting, reflecting, existing

  our world lies helplessly small in some foreign quadrant of someone’s god-like map 

secret shields and folding waves deflecting, pulling, tugging, rewriting the paths

of the endless movement through the fabric of stygian reality

where comets and stars sing songs of unheard and unknown places

  energy drums in ripples, traveling faster than the fastest of the fast

the dynamo of ancient engines radiating power into nothingness relentlessly,

incessantly, the varying forces that rule in the emptiness pull us together

give us form, function, purpose, desire, an opening eye to look into the expanse

  the epic destinies of trillions of unfinished realities lie tantalizingly beyond our grasp

and here we know we are close to the truth, able to glimpse at least

a piece of the past or a fraction of the present, that may as well be one and the same

  but the unremitting, interminable fractal path of the future we wrap our minds around

is only there for the children of the stars to grasp with the gentle grip of the curious

for even the mightiest of fists could not begin to grope or to apperceive

the rumbling, bubbling, growling furor hidden in every corner of this corner-less wilderness

  when like the moonlit wolf we gaze with respect, fear and rancor flickering in our souls

heating the cauldron of our own ingenuity and disbelief at what we cannot see, but know must be there

  how can we know until we go? shall we master the stars or join them in the sky

flying high and sparkling with intrinsic light, our minds echoing the sinew and vigor

of the giants that brought us forth from the darkness of our own nescience into the final

brotherhood that is the limitless brink of our own consciousness

  heedful of that point of no return we continue to venture outwards, probing ourselves,

living our lives, touching the sky with the sighing fingers of the countless dead

that could never have known about the blinking scriptures that narrate the dance of the night

  reticent to the rest of existence, we gaze on with ambition to find

that next thing we cannot yet see