It is hard to study sometimes When I think about the universe And its eternal infancy. All we know is subject to death, The spectacular and wheeling gyre Of life in free fall. An endless somersaulting of particles Between earth and organism As one ceases to exist So that the other may. The universe will not remember us; Time and space will reach Further than humanity. We cannot be infinite As the boundless and expanding The intangible and unimaginable Corners of this platform are. We are but small things, Springing from the seas, Clambering over rocks and into trees To no end. The black of night and deep space Is infinite and misunderstood; There is no edge we can reach. We will explore until we are lost.