BY VINCENT TEVNAN
Words become impossible to string together
When my synapses misfire in tangled disarray
The illusion of choice starts to make sense
As my bleary eyes struggle to stay hinged open.
The feeling of insignificance envelops my being
And constricts my existence; rope around my honeycomb
I’m not scared, I think.
I promise to do well, I hope.
The thoughts in my head race for the stars,
As the vacuum of space is their destination; they evaporate in the
I now connect with the matter in the universe,
And understand what it’s like to be a particle amongst indignant
I, a lonely hydrogen atom,
Cannot stop the collision of the Milky Way and the Andromeda.