The stars are just as beautiful
When viewed in outer space.
You’re wrapped in an invisible
Forcefield cocoon, swimming
In the zero-gravity vacuum.
The magnitude of the universe
Is the only pressure you feel.
Seeing stars in the distance,
You imagine them as tiny
Electrons clouding around the
Nucleus of god. Then you realize
These seemingly microscopic specks
Of glowing gasses are infinitely
Larger than your minuscule form.
You lay on your back, backstroke
Through the void towards your ship,
And ponder if your existence even
Matters compared to the majestic
Splendor of the beyond.
A. J. Hayes
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