quantum.

now
what happens when
practically nothing impresses you
and what happens when all the commotion of even the
mere glossy stamina standing idea of
' everything '
impresses you
so what if
in all the complexities of avant gaurd poetry
and theories that could go on for pages and pages
and hardly anything
is displaced

and
then
the subtle
almost passable
existance
of the ancint stalness
of a
tree
that does not wait for high prais
nor self inflation
but scarcly to stand and provide
air and shelter

and what happens when there is
the burning idea
of
       space
 between
particles
whats there
theres a place
between those particles and there is no purpose
and function and softness and
manhood
and failure
in that place
what happens in there
in the emptiness
do the lightless inobservable particles
whisper in praise of god
what happens
when
in the great infinit (and this is a glitch that irritates me
when scientist use a words
as heavily weighing as infinity to simply
describe
what they cannot count)
as space
lives and becomes
with out
fear
with out
 animation
with such curial
organization
and we happen to be
the only
chaotic
self observant
self conscious
hopeful
hopeful
spec like
97% vacuums
air pumped
shoveable
graceless hardthinking
hardfeeling
hardfalling
lonesome entities
mindlessly roaming
being attracted to the weak weak force field of the earth
digesting and thinking and plotting and being
with and without fear
with and without
reali
zation

what happens
when this vacuum
starts to speak
maybe
in this vast ongoing emptiness within the space we look up to
in utter terror
is 97%
unobservable
life.

what happens
when we are more empty
than orbiting
dying
rocks