Infinitesmal

It's about infinity

Our doom is but a stone’s throw away

In the cosmic games

That the Gods like to play

each streak of light at night

has the potential to end

civilization as we know it

The very fact that we’re so small

Just an infinitesimal little ball

Is what gives us any chance at all

And the sobering thought to realize

Is There’s no limit on great or small

There is truly no such thing as size

And death is no more

than the opening of a door

newly lifting lids of new born eyes

There is no such thing

as purpose or plan

in the wondrously random

Nonsensical, infinitesimal,

Hugely hilarious...sad and dismal

Unlikely universe of man

Author's Note

It's a very dark matter!