lost

we are all castaways
robinson crusoes
lost
in this vast universe
alone
in the darkness of the night
abandoned
by the one we call God.

existence

your fingers

weave through human consciousness

like it is paper

tearing

twisting

folding

into paper boats

from your childhood

riding through rain water

in a quiet corner of the universe.

flow

let me flow

like the light of the stars

across a dark sky

like the river

across a mountain

like a dewdrop

across the edge of a leaf

until my particles have scattered
into nothingness
and i am alive
with this echoing
constancy of non-existence.