You open your mouth wide open
And nothing but air and odd noises escape
Whisking away a contagious bit of tiredness and projecting it into the world
Never ending as it spreads, until one day the whole universe falls asleep
You open your mouth wide open
And nothing but air and odd noises escape
Whisking away a contagious bit of tiredness and projecting it into the world
Never ending as it spreads, until one day the whole universe falls asleep
Focusing on the food was what gave him pleasure
Every morsel perfectly prepared and consummately seasoned
At the moment he could think of nothing better existing in the universe
So why was his stomach still an echo chamber of empty rumbles?
The fact the meal in question was just an old magazine spread and he had no money
Contemplating the universe
Observing how small of a speck this world is
Scattered among the multitude of galaxies
Moving farther and farther apart
It really opens one’s eyes for a moment
Contemplating you
Stars send speeding photons flying through the nothingness
To land blissfully on my eyes as I look heavenward
Awestruck at the age of the light that graced me
Realizing a small chunk of ancient history
Looking at a place that might not exist anymore
It causes me to pause, wondering what I am casting into the void around me
Giving life to something that will outlast my stay in this universe
Hoping that someone will gaze upon that something and be inspired
To create their own light and cast it into the unknown
“Stuff like this yarn makes the entire universe.”
“That is total bull and you know it!”
“Really? And what makes you such an expert, do you do physics?”
“I know something much better than physics that tells me that’s a lie.”
“Never going to believe you, but why don’t you tell me.”
“Given that cats exist, and if the universe is made of yarn stuff, why haven’t cats unraveled everything?”
“So you know what, you may be on to something.”
Cacophony of voices raised
Harmoniously lifting the spirits of those around them
Obsessed with the space between the tones
Replicating structures of sound that evoke primal emotions
Unleashing a common experience
Sending that energy into the universe
Whimsical pondering about how everything works
Observing the universe and attempting to understand the underpinnings
Never being settled with almost right, but wanting perfect information
Determining how everything began, how it will end, and everything in between
Except perfect information is not available, so instead we guess and see how close we get
Remembering when we get things wrong it becomes a starting point for something new
“Look, everything has a beginning and an ending”
“Oh, except the universe, or an eight, or a circle, or…”
“Okay, you made your point”
“Points are finite. That has a beginning and an ending”
Over the years, she realized her vision was deteriorating
Putting reading into the group of activities that were getting hard to do
That was a huge penalty to getting older
It made her mad at the universe for allowing this to happen, but to no avail
Collapsing her into a deep depression that echoed her depleting eyesight.
So it surprised everyone around her when she would not put on her damn glasses
Going to try their luck
As they roll the dice one last time
Maybe this time they will win
Even though as they released the tumbling cubes
Something twisted in the universe
Abdi Mohammed
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