You think your feet are broad!
No, you are the smallest thing.
You think you see, but are
you seen from birth to death?
You walk where you think
you know, inside a void
you never try to fill
because you find it too
grand to comprehend and
it’s too easy just to take
the next step, and then the next.
Your impulse will be nothing
near the versions given –
the frames those weak of
body, sneak of mind,
extemporised to gain control.
It’s not the ‘universe’.
It never was.
Those ever growing telescopes
are pointing the wrong way.
Cog Jam
featured in the poetry forum September 8, 2023 :: 0 commentsLook out, keep walking! (Doesn’t that feel better?) – mh clay