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EVEN WHORES HAVE FEELINGS
The planet
has
gotten too big for me
it’s enormity baffles me;
it astounds me
I am stoned
in the presence of its magnitude
little me
in all my smallness
getting to live
on a huge planet
an enormous orb
with billions of others
to share my fortune
I handle it
as best I can
which isn’t saying much
but I try
With casual grace, wit and
With casual grace, wit and perception, you expressed that profound feeling of humility and astonishment that seizes us when we ponder our lives "on a huge planet/ an enormous orb/ with billions of others/ to share my fortune", and what a flawless hit this is: "I am stoned/ in the presence of its magnitude".
Yes. It's like that.
A delightful introspection.
I stumble and bumble along
I stumble and bumble along but occasionally I get something right
This reminds me of a very
This reminds me of a very cherished memory I have of viewing Saturn, and its spectacular rings, throughmy college's observatory telescope; which, though built in the 19th century, had been maintained for supervised use of Physics majors, or of those of us who took Astronomy 101. I felt the same overwhelming feeling which you describe so well as "stoned / in the presence of its magnitude." Because of that memory, this poem touched me very deeply and profoundly.
Starward
glad I could be of some
glad I could be of some assistance