empty

can't focus enough,
can't talk enough about the mystery,
intrigued, perplexed by the seeming lifelessness,
the blackness of space,
its emptiness,
its cold, its utter void
excepting the burning,
and the shining of lonely stars
the awesomeness of space,
its absolute vastness,
stupefyingly, overwhelminglingly, immensely, unknown,
out of reach

infinity mocks my smallness
yet, i am thirsty for knowledge of it,
i am allured by it,
i want to immerse into it,
be absorbed by it,
i want to peer deeply into the depth of space

ah, earth bound, what a gravitational drag!
clipped wings,
an earth bound slug is what i feel i am instead,
a veritable proverbial bump on a log

the hubble is fabulous,
i am wondetfully thankful
for its images few have seen prior to the 1900's
blessed are the eyes that sèe beautiful galaxies,
nebula,
asteroids and comet closeups

we have our space probes,
our voyager and pioneer types at this moment hurling into intergalactic space,
their optical eyes have shown us saturn's close ups, its moons,
like titan,
its strange world's topograhy

but still, no life
no goldilocks planet closeups,
still astoundingly, mind bogglingly far

no blue atmospheric surroundings,
no white foamed seas,
no green foliage covered globe,
no living things
their nuclear powered hearts will die million light years' distant far before such probable findings
such surmisings leave me dry
like the discovered worlds' surfaces in our solar system, empty and thirsty

mick jagger's voice crashes crecendo in my sterile ears,
i can't get no . . .
satisfaction!
when drivin' in my car,
and I'm starin' at the stars,
at the same ones for a thousand times,
and nothin's comin' outta pleiades,
no strobe lighted craft of super alien beings, . . .
i can't get no, . . .satisfaction,
space is empty,
just like me
. . .