Pale Blue Dot
A pale blue dot that floats in an infinite expanse of space,
It earnestly holds everything ever known within itself;
Nothing matters in this place.
Ginger and peach tea, a mother’s warm embrace,
The meaningful intimacy of sharing a clementine, but we are just
A pale blue dot that floats in an infinite expanse of space.
Overthinking a conversation, being called a disgrace,
Why care so much?
Nothing matters in this place.
A husband hand-picking wildflowers to put in a vase;
A gift for his wife displaying his all-consuming love, but insignificant within
A pale blue dot that floats in an infinite expanse of space.
Not standing to look each other in the face,
Time is running out, get over it,
Nothing matters in this place.
The nihilism that accompanies residing on a floating rock,
It’s a grief-filled comfort, Earth’s greatest oxymoron.
A pale blue dot that floats in an infinite expanse of space,
Nothing matters in this place.
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