Space Fish

Three. Two. One.
Blast off.

There is something special
in feeling insignificant.
It is not a matter of perspectives
and putting them into any sort
of silly order.
Not at all.

I know that I am mortal,
I know that I am tiny,
but I never knew the extent
of how
until now,
though that never really
meant much to me
at all.

It has nothing to do with
faith or fates,
nothing to do with
love or hate,
and nothing to do with
the future or extending
to the far reaches of space.

But it is just when faced
with the physical infinite,
when it is right outside your window
looking back in on you;
distance,
possibility,
nothing familiar...

You are faced with the notion
that all of this could
come in and crush you
and it would not matter to
the rest of the whole.

It is beautiful.

It is untouched,
never to be jaded,
always pure,
and I welcome it.

Come in
and crush me.
Swallow me completely.
Just never take me back.
Take me to the furthest reaches
of wherever you deem worthy,
and do with me
as you please.

Take me as far as you possibly can.
Take me to the end.