my place in nothing

and how could I not worship
when I turn my face
towards the sky

there are stars there
designed to overfill my head
with an idea of what small is
and my place
within the scheme

and I know I am nothing

but who else is there
to gaze
wide open to the colours within black
and to the pinpoint indicators
of a place where mightiness once shone
and see the scheme

and I know I am everything

all of it is for me
and it is nothing


© Frank Prem, 2011

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