The Universe Laughs
The universe laughs not at you and me,
my friend. We go unnoticed, specks of dust
who dream the dreams of motes, and sate our lust,
oblivious to all infinity
may find amusing. What was and will be
are met today, as it would seem they must
or not. Which does not matter; it is just
the same. It's the eternal joke, you see.
Between the stars, the laughter echoes faint
and we may strain to hear, yet comprehension
comes never. Every sinner is a saint
and every mortal, dying, seeks ascension
to heaven's promise, slipping this constraint.
The universe laughs not at our pretension.
Stephen Brooke ©2015