Journeys across time in millimetres and miles,
Littering as we live whileaways and meanwhiles.
Everything made pointless in light of our morality –
Disbelief suspended in the thick of our mortality.

Consideration rends hoggish and vanity fair –
Prayer best received by a God who isn’t there,
Lost and messy between the subtle and gross –
Parsecs and Plancks with imperfect hosts!

Fault in our stars gives freedom to the wills –
Caw atop and below the master of quills,
Inks of the impossibility draws and passes –
Like the time and paradox – through looking glasses.