too small, too smart.

a supermassive black hole holds our galaxy together

in twisting, glistening rings of light.

shimmering stars in the sky that connect into pictures, 

beautiful rings surrounding a nearby gas giant,

and a small, watery planet that dares to believe it is special, divine, chosen.

we are too small to talk to god.

the supermassive black hole is draining the life of stars that get too close.

the stars are burning at temperatures we can't imagine.

the universe falls away from itself, expanding faster and faster and faster-

the vast emptiness of space startles us, 

there is no air, there is no water. 

not close enough to reach, anyway. 

we can't survive outside of our small, watery planet, 

and that too is dying.

everything in space is lethal- would you like to talk to the creator?

no?

we're too smart to talk to god.