Consciousness subsides for a second or two
and everything in the air is scrambled
all in pieces
in radio waves
and microwaves
and frequencies

We are stuck alone, on this lonely planet
without
food
or drink
or even the breath of God
(the creator of everything)
and I know, that if he looked down
and actually thought to himself
that we are doomed
I at least think he,
being the most intelligent, would inform us
of our destiny