Cosmetic Cosmos

The moments in between the things that have got to be done...
The places where my mind feels most out of place,
And yes, it's no debate that life is alright,

But, those dull, aching thoughts that push through my mind

As I push through the night, cigarette in my hand, because,
Cancer might have it's place, too...
Those are the moments, in between things....
I feel I shouldn't care.. Not that I don't in general,
No- I'm always there.
But deep down, past the tar, bone and skin that I inhabit...

I know it doesn't matter on every level.
You'd be surprised at the number of levels we are,
Inconsequential.... nonexistent in the gaze of the cosmos... the universe....
Whatever is outside our comprehension, it seems is only there because, it doesn't care..

And so, I don't either, sometimes.

And those are the moments.

My heroin.
Your line.

There, and gone...

My skunkbud.

Your wine...