the moon, the stars

the moon, the stars: how they must laugh
to see our constant scurrying —
the slow-paced change of outer space
contrasted with our worrying

the instants we are here – then gone –
the wisp of smoke, the briefest breath —
must all seem strange to those who look
but cannot know of life
or death

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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