Rock and a star place

Constantly pulled into one direction,
confined to a pale blue dot, rotating
madness beneath twinkling, watchful
eyes; forced into submission amongst

the beauty and the beasts, a natural
penitentiary of providence protecting
the universe from undesirable conquest,
torturing by temptation with the escape

beyond reach; caught between a rock
and a star place, ever resigned to staring
up before succumbing six feet down;
countless forgotten souls have beheld

wonder, as empyrean wardens blithely
regard the insignificance of the captives
and time; oblivious to the like-minded
fire seething upon the surface of its gaze

art: Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh