Outlook

If everywhere is center
Why this disequilibrium of dreams?
If celestial bodies burn
Why dark matter in between?

Why is there discord

Beneath a harmony of stars?
Why this hunger
Where the well-fed are?

Why expansive emptiness

Where there’s nothing left to chase
Except a god of surfeit
For those who’ll cheat the race?

Space will keep expanding.

Galaxies will part
Until each one is a separate cinder
Cold at heart.