I stare

I stare into the sky

I see billowing

cloud frozen

but moving

can't maintain my gaze

because I am looking at heaven

My own death

Becuase the light is just

slightly uncomfortably

too bright

But the situation

is slightly

uncomfortably

too obtuse

our small vast planet

in the improbably

inky explosive gaseousness

of space

I see through the dark and light clouds

past the squalor of my bedroom

where the vomit can no longer be smelt

past the suburban rooftops

in this treaty city

into space

our isolation

lack of purpose

and yet

the opportunity

that clamours at our feet

seeking

no, fishing for our attention