Things as We Think of Things

Things as we think of things

Are a means to perceive a deeper clarity

Of things as they are truly

From the means to the ends

We pay honors duly

To the splendor and beauty

Of the universe wholly

Through faith in science or religion

Or that we all evolved like pigeons

On this smidgen

Of a planet in the midst of 125,000,000 galaxies

That spiral at speeds

Far surpassing

Any grand prix

Around what’s believed

To be black holes

And I am relieved

To say I’m far enough away

That black hole trolls

Would have to traverse a large amount of space

To meet me face to face

But it’s by the grace of time

Such imaginary creatures could not survive

Long enough for the trip

To mysteriously slip

Into the atmosphere of earth

Upon which (according to my limitations

Of imagination,

But quite possibly according to universal limitations)

The trolls suffer from breathing our air

Because they are

(According to the aforementioned

Parenthetical statement)

Not accustomed to our

Mixed, but generally fixed

Quantities of Nitrogen and Oxygen, etc.

And thus we are safe and better off

From the imaginary space trolls

...For now