Cosmos

I am a speck of glitter,

flicked from off the mountain tops-

cast away by the hand of God.

radiating throughout the Milky Way,

perhaps I will be sucked into the persian indigo nebula,

dragged into a black hole,

combusted with a dying star,

be pulled away as ET phones home.

there are only two constant things in this universe:

cockroaches and cheeto dust.

Now I am free of them both,

cast away by the hand of God.