poem

 Conspiracy

It’s all a cosmic conspiracy,

I’m starting to believe,

Playing out in an orderly fashion.

I think the sun cools into a planet

And the Earth becomes its moon

While nebulous dark matter

Swirls in spherical intensity

Until it gathers enough energy

To flash as first dawn 

Everything almost living

Is far away and shining 

Burning down to the range of vibrancy 

While some nameless ancestor grandfather

Is now a small black hole

Exerting calculable forces from afar

Drawing me closer and closer

10/23/22