We are a speck
in the grand scheme
of the universe
ignorant and
full of hot air
waiting for Mars to appear in the night sky
billions of tiny pulses of energy
lowered to their least common denominator
like lightning bugs in a glass jar
Studied from space
like a lab experiment
impatient for the resolution
for a brilliant scientist
to discover the true meaning
behind the meaning
Or are we mere child’s play?
Is it all an illusion
Is our splinter of hope
Fool’s gold
Will we try to use it
to feed
the hungry
cure cancer
What is it about the moon?
Dare we recall
or is it better this way
GOD
If you do exist
have some pity
on us
we still don’t know why
we are here?
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