Cosmos

Some days I wish my mind
Was a cave, not the cosmos
Its naked rawness seems to know no end

Tentacles to the trillion unspoken vibrations
That exist in all the spaces in between
Cataloguing every item 
On every supermarket shelf
Every foot step on every side walk
Hearing the cries of
Faceless beings that never had a name

Have you ever sat in a room
And listened to the sound of
All the heartbeats?
Or pretended this was all a big joke

Wandered through a city and 
Imagined every square of land 
Before All This?

I wonder what we all look like 
From the Karman line
Or what it might feel like
If we didn’t know about climate change
Or war, or religion, or time?

I can’t see people without seeing 
Them as babies, or old people, or angels
Can’t feel things without colour or sound

Like how sorrow drips 81 types of dark blue
To minute 1:41 of Max Richter’s “On the Nature of Daylight”
Just where the violas come in

Do you ever wake in the middle of the night
To the screams of the children in Gaza
And the sound of the earth crying?

Then cover your ears and your eyes 
And your mouth 
Till all you can hear 
Is the sound of your heart 
And your breath
And all you can feel 
Is tears dripping 
Down your soft, raw face.