a single beam of light in the cosmos, a point smaller than a point on the time space continuum,

blinded by your importance yet doubtful of your significance

as you selfishly discard your consciousness,

the brief orange, trembling, melting fall into a quiet night;

a long sigh that creeps through your nerves and swells out of your great mouth;

my thoughts and your thoughts and our thoughts combined,

into a motionless sea. just as you are not lost because you do not want to be found,

you cannot find because do not want to search.

you know not and you shall not

because you will not.