Distance Squared

Incredibly hollow atoms
attempt to dance in a temporary form
self-titled: human.

We are
universal consciousness
stuck in a mass that is
96% known to be unknown and
4% known, but uncertain about.

My brain is chained
to this pale blue dot,
a victim of timing that always
seems to be.
off.

My heart is at the edge of what matters,
yet the attractive force from a pair of
photon receptor dimples is equal to
GmM over R squared
as it pulls me down
from empty space
and into (hu)man-made reality.

I’ve found it,
but it’s here on Earth
and up there where the motto is:
move fast, die “later” than everyone else.

I cannot exist in both worlds,
what a preface
for inevitable doom.