THE COLD UNIVERSE


In a dark room,
My eyes touch the cold of the universe.
I am small,
Yet I reach out.
I fill the voids of imagination,
With my dreams.

Another cigarette,
Moments of compliance.
I rebel at the sight of the Other,
Where does he come from?
My dream, My reality,
Invaded.

All at once,
I see the presence of everything.
Overwhelmed and at peace,
I understand.
They are with me, a part of me,
Still I am alone.


Michael V Hechtman