Orbit
I ask the same question once again of the world as it spins
never daring to deviate from its set path around the sun
It remains silent as it has always been
like a lost pharaoh’s tomb buried deep under desert sands
I pose it to the universe ever expanding fearlessly into the unknown
receiving no response
It’s far too busy to bother itself with such silliness from a single
speck of humanity whose existence is meaningless
but a blip, the blink of an eye, a single heartbeat in the history of time
I humbly beg and plead of some distant, detached deity
I’ve never believed in
after all it, or he, or she or they have never believed in me
hoping for an answer to my simple query
the torch I soaked in kerosene awaiting a spark remains dark
as I blindly bumble and stumble
plodding my own orbit over the same familiar ground
the once green grass under my feet trod down
flat and brown
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