In the beginning
I staggered and expressed dismay
by flinging to stars
and into them, towards them
a mayhem, a coherent response
to a lack of representation.
As the usual questions recycled
and fueled my rage.
Finally what has remained
above and beyond my ruined galaxy
was I, alone in a damned
birdcage, rustling against a backdrop
at which a void rests.
No problem where there is one
as there are a million more
and I set a goal of conquering all
if not merely as much as God wills.
Never did I come across the sorrows,
nor the cause of my dismay:
the lords of my universe,
forgetful of the far-flung corners
and cosmically warring
thus disturbing the peace.
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