Out There (4)

look into the
galaxy

find comfort
into the wide space

why worry so much?
ah, there is no you,

in there, there is no
us, there is nothing in

there, there is
only the idea

bursting and then
the intolerable silence

of our existence, so
why worry?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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