Schrödinger’s Cat

I am a black cosmos,

Surrounded by infinity;

Darker still,

Pierced polka dot pinpricks

In the fabric of space,

Once shone guiding lights;

Stars that died eons ago

Giving up,

No longer willing

To lead the lost to salvation.

 

So I just float,

Unable to alter course.

 

I am a blank slate

With no chalk;

No choice,

No voice

Against fate,

Who’s folded forever,

Held tight like an oyster

Concealing beauty within;

Bright futures in darkness,

Or just empty death.

 

So I just drown,

Too weak to prise open time.