If she dropped her pretensions
And lowered her personal boundaries,
She would discover another unlikely insight.
But she doesn’t and like a Supernova
Bursting in the heavens,
In another part of her unexplored universe,
If tabulated, her Facebook hits would be
Astronomical. Exponential. Incalculable.
Suddenly, like the force of a solar wind,
She changes direction.
Then, abruptly, like light, reappears again,
Transforming like energy begetting more energy.
Now, vulnerable, in a new way,
She questions her fear.
Is hope infantile?
Do disassembled atoms have consciousness?
Does death have wings?