More coins were dropped on the pavement today. And somewhere, on the other side of the world, someone’s looking for their keys. People are hurting or laughing, or both, everywhere you look, and the Earth keeps turning.

And elsewhere,
in this very same universe,
stellar bodies much larger than our sun
are collapsing. They’re folding in on themselves
like atom bombs,
black holes blooming in their oblivion.
An agony so massive it disrupts time itself;
pulls at space like it were something you could bend in your hands.
A void is birthed of a loss so profound,
it swallows everything.
Unquenchable in its hunger,
unmatched, in its ability to destroy

and the Earth keeps turning