In this room, this small space I was born into, I dream of infinity and beyond.
I cast my mind out into the incomprehensible measures of outer space
Zooming among planets and asteroids and planetoids
Like a camera lens,
Moving back and back and back until –
I find that space doesn’t bear down upon me like a weight
But, regardless of the lack of gravity, bears down upon me
More like mass.
The boundless emptiness presses against the back of my head
As I crouch like Atlas or Geb times an infinite number of powers of ten.
I do not fear eternity without limits, without boundaries.
The vastiness of space enevelops me
But the crowded depths of my inner space
Keep their form.
What is the final frontier for
If not to fill with our nano-voices and mega-thoughts?