I can't hold the weight of these worlds any longer;
it's crushing me one vertebra at a time.
I'm a juggling Atlas overwhelmed by a galaxy of needing.

The gravity of the sins committed tears me in every direction
allowed by the physics of space and dimension.
The wasted shells of my loved ones...fading.
Those I hold dear fold into themselves.
Light turns to dark in the vacuous absence

that once was a sparkle in my blinking eye.

I don't float here or fall here, just am here, I guess.
Patching holes in eternity with a needle and dread.

I tremble for the dwarves and moons
and struggle to uphold the orbits,

but the dotted lines warp on the axes of stars
before I can process the image they sent.

The cosmic questions echo here
in my world without walls.
I tried indifference once,
but shrugging is catastrophic
when you balance the heavens on your shoulders.
I sacrifice epiphany to spare us from apocalypse.
I wonder if there is a way to find
the answers without dropping a planet,
but that's just one more wonder to rattle around.