cliché musings

how to tell if you still have a soul

1

i’ve given everything up more times than i would have liked.

despite swearing to the heavens there was nothing 

inside of me except a still storm of microscopic 

dust. how do i keep finding parts of 

me to lose inside blackholes?

2

some say the universe is

mostly empty space, a lie hurtled with the speed 

of a comet, keep us from overthinking our place on a streaking spinning collapsing disintegrating galaxy. you shouldn’t fear that 

in which you have no choice. you forget to learn our dark matter, ancient dust 

that settles into our bones, forces us through splintered cosmos.

3

the dust is both essential to and defying all parts of your function how do

you even begin to understand? they meet me when particles have

no movement, they can only know emptiness. i can’t 

be pulled into a field when they discover my 

gravity is greater than or equal to 

their own.