What happens when
two famous neighbouring
questionably hostile
uninhabited godly
celestial bodies
stand together
just a little bit closer
in one night?
It makes some people
curl up and sleep
and dream of a
dreamless sleep.
Some, however
get goosebumps from
standing outside
very late
six stories high
strained neck, opened mouth
squinting eyes wider still
gaping
up at the bottomless
pool of dark ink
in the sky, feeling
rather special and
important - since two
celestial bodies don't often
come together - just
once every sixty years
they say.
Yet
eventually there comes
that sinking feeling
mouth eventually closing
eyes slowly looking
downwards
by the mental gravity
as the realization hits
that one is drowning
drowning and gasping
and drowning
in his own insignificance.
©jln.
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