A Sliver of Chance Wherever We Are
Think of the universe as a giant pool table.
And we are one, small, fast-spinning ball.
Only not as solid or defined.
We depend on the sun.
We depend on our planet's rotation.
We depend on the possibility that some overwhelming mass,
Will not lash out of the depths darkness,
And shatter our existence.
Why are we not dead?
Or are we?
Maybe this is where people go when they're bad.
Made to suffer on a tiny ball with limited resources.
Maybe this is a haven for those who are good.
But then why sentence us to life where we must
Hang on things such as faith and hope
Constantly?
Is that a kind of hell?
Or is not knowing bliss?
Perhaps this really is the Proving Grounds.
Maybe those holding the ques just like watching us spin.
Thankyou,
Luke
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I dig it. I like the questions it raises. I like the use of a pool table as a metaphor.
I'm not religious at all, but I still ask myself "What the hell am I doing here? Where am I going next?"
The only thing I have a problem with is the phrase "depths darkness". I think maybe the words should be reversed, or changed. My tongue gets confused when I try to say them out loud.
- Paula
I like this poem a lot luke. its weird you posted it so early in the morning, but heyyyy. whatever floats your morning boat. there are a lot of questions in the poem and i like how its not always answered by something precise, but more of a vague and general answer so you can use that answer & apply your own thoughts to it, and make it your own.
very good.
i know i make no sense.
-ellen
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