the space between the stars is best undescribed

you look up, and there are seven sisters

and bears and lions and swans

a glittering mass of friends

falling on each other and laughing

but you look with flawed flesh

and you must know, in our age of science

there are no sisters

or bears or lions or swans

you know the space is large

cold

infinite

and we are all islands

and we do not matter

and there are no friends up there.

but if you see the seven sisters

and the bears and lions and swans

if you see them twinkle next to each other

(and you do)

then maybe you also know

that space is small

and that you can know the distance in miles

and still feel their warmth unmeasurable.

the space between stars

is best undescribed.

go out now and look up

and feel the intimate warmth

of the cold and empty universe.