Human beings are a blip in the history
Of a planet that’s a blip in the universe.
In the infinite we’d find realities
Of little purpose or concern to us.
A star may die too early or too soon;
Saturn’s rings perhaps are less magnificent.
Asteroids colliding, wreaking havoc in Andromeda
Appear to us mere specks inside the Milky Way.
Yet, as we divide ourselves from vast statistics
We find both hope and endless possibilities.
Beyond the density of neutron stars –
The crushing weight a black hole
Lies solace buried in baryonic dark matter;
A treasure that may orbit here someday.