Cosmic Motorboat Ride

lollygagging all along
the inconsequential existence
and then
all was vain in vagrance

until mysterious puissance
in top speed, all gears
rescued, —and then called up
and then,

the cosmic motorboat ride steers
first, the filthy worldly corners;
and the places of heavenly rapture,

through the blackness
dotted with
specks of lights

and time gets lost in the journey
and the space is between me and my mind
and no god has the right to interfere now
the government is as dead as the gods now

the centre has become infinite
between the sprinkles of blues and blacks
within what is witnessed the sentience lies
a wobbly life shakes what the world is.

We are a way for the universe to know itself. CARL SAGAN