Hail Mary


Transfixed by a miracle invented at our birth,
We strain to will it out of naught;
Save us from the earth.

Tippy-toed with pupils wide, we marvel at the skies.
Surely god will show his face,
Concede she only hides.

Awe the cause and remedy for quickly fraying world;
We scrap and stab to touch it, 
As all becomes unfurled.

One day dreamt infinity could live inside our bones.
Couldn't look away since then.
To stars our final moan.

  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 12th, 2022 00:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: ... https://www.tiktok.com/@quemisthrowspotions/video/7119372691420794154?is_copy_url=1&is_from_webapp=v1
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 34


  • L. B. Mek

    still, while the sun shines
    we have windows of relief
    from all the stresses of life
    should we but choose
    to take a minute and commune
    with that soothing
    and abundant, gift of replenishing
    stay Strong, dear poet
    'don't let the bleak
    all, that you choose
    to see'

    • Quemis

      This poem is about literally about the exact opposite of this

      "'don't let the bleak
      all, that you choose
      to see'"

      But there is an art piece and video that was made with it.
      It is kind of about the absurd beauty and horror of staring into the face of god with the james webb telescope, as if divine deliverance will save us, as the world burns around us.

      I used its first image in the composition.


      • L. B. Mek

        forgive me, I must have misread
        thanks for clearing it up

      To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.