James Pierce
You
Who looks out into the universe
Aware only of how little you can know
What solace does it grant to look?
Children, you scream into your pillows,
Vastness promises only to listen
But a child quickens to a captive audience
And so flock to infinity with your findings
Is there not trial enough on earth?
Why extend your ambition to the cosmos
To discover new hazards for the human body
The human mind
What of your heart?
What of the sad truths
Exploration promises and delivers
A broken being you are, to crave it