Cosmic Sloth

like the surface
of a distant planet.
Several astronomical units
from any sign of life.

are little thoughts
of accomplishing something,
and there are numerous parsec
from there to this silent place.

A black hole
in my brain-galaxy.
Pulling all of my stars into oblivion.
Leaving only empty static
Hawking Radiation.

Like random electromagnetic waves
in the void of my head
the only occasional bursts
of consciousness.

Stella Nova
suddenly explodes.
More luminous than any other star,
visible from any place,
near and far.

The Big Bang
the brightest beacon.
The beginning of the end
of my slumber
and all-consuming sloth