Lost In Space

Written by: Robert Ludden

Another plain defies relating, 
near as breath, 
as far as imagery will travel
'til it too capitulates,
and no one knows who has not visited
an "is" that cannot be,

I touched its edge, full knowing
that it could not be contained,
or grasped, or even sensed
in its completeness.  Nor
would it begin to satisfy,
else its embrace might be defined
as love, or truth, or God,
or any such shortsighted blasphemy
our tiny words might throw.

No, it transcends all that
and if there be an end
we shall not apprehend
this roaring comet's rest
or find the consciousness 
to see it sweep away the stars.