Absolute Magnitude

It’s dark — the stars rival my thoughts. They compete the same way, bursting & burning bright & most apparent at night. They shoot, passing by, fleeting and greeting each other — the moon, the sun, the dust that hasn’t settled still from my rampant concentration. Like the stars my thoughts don’t sleep but they grow weak and get dim & dimmer & grim. The gravity of it all is a dreadful awareness — that so much has been left undone, unsaid, unwritten. Like the stars my thoughts implode, and hidden beneath the introspective clouds of doubt, exists the black hole that is my mind. Where I know nothing. Where uncertainty is dark matter that says nothing matters. My thoughts are so much like the stars, stuck, static, stagnant — in the sky — a magnet to my eyes. At night I focus on my thoughts, the sky, the stars alike.