I have never at any point in my life
been greater than the sum of my habits.
Maybe someday; not tonight; I wait for life to find me.

I question the reaffirmation
of firmaments which have born
the hopes and prayers-- and the unwavering convictions--
of countless other specks,
those who've walked my path before me:

What does it matter?
What energy could sustain this?
Is space-time a fabric
stitched and sewn
for the Emperor's eyes alone?