My Wretched Insignificance

by Terry Reilly

I stood outside and scanned the skies,

watched planets in their solar dance.

The vastness made me realise

my wretched insignificance.

I dived as deep as I could go,

I feared the bends, but took a chance.

The ocean trenches helped me know

my wretched insignificance.

I stood atop Mount Everest,

light-headed, I was in a trance.

The icy air was bound to test

my wretched insignificance.

The angel holds my trembling hand,

I pray for sweet deliverance.

And now I truly understand

my wretched insignificance.

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the bends = potentially fatal muscle cramps heralding oxygen deficiency and nitrogen overload in divers at extreme depths, or resurfacng too quickly. (aka Caisson Disease.)
This piece is a Ginsbergian howl, expressing existential angst.

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My Wretched Insignificance

by Terry Reilly

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