Ponders on

The distances between the galaxies
rotating in my extremities
are
extremely small.

I fall into several obscure categories
which are deep enough to drown me.

Where are the stars to light my way?

A universe inside my head
dying
dying
almost dead

the darkness blends in with the night
that bends in through the door.

I ask Einstein, though no relative
to give me strength.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.