the final frontier/

Happy National Poetry Month 2 of 30

i don’t care what anyone says / 
but space / you know / that really big thing            
            above / below/ & all around us 
that shit is really 

       really big. & i also dgaf what people say / 
       
          it’s not around us / we are in it. 
i only said the above/ below & around us part to be inclusive.
&i’m hard pressed to be firm on the fact / 
we are also not in the middle of it / 

no sir/ we are somewhere so inconsequential / 
that even if we issued peace treaties & 
solved the appetite thing / we would still be a pale blue dot 
on the verge of killing ourselves like a bullied freshman

we are the hollow calories / 
that a venta black panther of the universe 
            that follows slowly behind / solitarily 
how thick the jungle is w/ wild black matter
                                  
                  we / as people / 
have sent a robot into the vastness / 
& have the audacity to call ourselves geniuses 
we have also sent prayers up that way too / 
                     & called ourselves pure by doing so
  we have sent peony blossoms of fireworks 
                     & called ourselves patriotic
            we have undone the flame’s cursive 
            by way of smoke in wish on cakes
we have pointed to it w/ sextants to give our ships rest

& you know what/
maybe i do agree w/ the people that think 
space is church/state separated from us / 
             after all / 
             we are one one planet / 
             all of us / right now / 

& we can't comprehend / 
that we are doing this / all of this/ together
                            forever.