Twenty Billion Light Years of Lonliness
Mankind on a little globe
Sleeps, awakes, and works
Wishing at times to be friends with Mars.
Martians on a little globe
Are probably doing something; I don't know what
(Maybe sleep-sleeping, wear-wearing, or fret-fretting)
While wishing at times to be friends with Earth
This is a fact I'm sure of.
This thing called universal gravitation
Is the power of loneliness pulling together.
This univerise is distorted
So all join in desire.
The universe goes on expanding
So all feel uneasy.
At the lonliness of twenty billion light years
Without thinking, I sneeze.