Little Deaths

I used to want to fill up the universe with my words Then I settled, for maybe just one planet, or part of one, But I have filled space with enough thoughts to clog the ether; Thoughts endlessly streaming out of me, into the future and past Steadily accompanying greater and lesser thoughts of others. Maybe all the once-launched thoughts make a great arc, And slowly revolve around again, in order, in time. Perhaps sometimes two thoughts connect in sterile space That would never have been joined on solid ground. Other times two thoughts scream out as they annihilate each other- No two thoughts being able to occupy the exact same position And maybe at those times, I feel a slight jolt as I sip My morning coffee, unaware of the newly-formed black hole.