nebulous

 nebulous 

look

a nebula (red)

nowhere to hide 

from the enormity of our insignificance 

the light spinning slowly

everything is spinning relatively slowly

the fastness of the vastness of the 

expanding upon our misunderstanding 

of the singularity in an inverted mind

the depths of despair in the shallowness

of seeing ourselves in the universe

or are there parallel parables

that can save us from our insignificance

but then again   i suppose   perhaps

our ability to register our insignificance 

might turn all this inside out

implosion 

does a hermit crab see the sands

or the oceans or count the stars in the nebulae

can anything beat the comfort

of a snugly fitting secondhand shell