Life is bright
Bright like the day
And the day is sometimes hot
Sometimes it burns to be alive
I carry non-existence as my parasol
Enough meaninglessness to stand in the shadow of-
To remind me that the pressure
The resistance
The gravity
A reality
Which are all both bright and hot
Do not penetrate the objective bigness of the planet
Let alone our galaxy whose edges we shall never breach
Life is bright
Bright like the day