How far away, how deeply diluted

[joel]

How far away, how deeply diluted
would an insect speck—
translucent and invisible like a gnat
or some else small, ignorable like that—
have to drift from swarmy waves,
divisible by transparent foes imaginable,
before it bugs no more,
before it no more is
before it’s but deluded thought
a little wingèd creature ought
be anything at all?

Is there a place in farthest space
where atoms hide from nothingness
so far apart from one another
that heart and soul cannot be bothered
with being noticed? Is there a dark forgotten nature park
where the sun don’t shine
in which a little intricate piece of life
can be so lonely it is only
lost and not extant, so drowned in nothingness it can’t
be considered a thing at all
and can’t be recalled and can’t be delivered to reality?

How far away, how far from things next door
would a neighbor have to be
to neighbor be to no one?
How grandiose and narcissistic
are systems of belief for realistic birth on airs to far aways,
to no one cares, to dispersion and aversion, to loss of worth?
I was a gnat or bee, mosquito or firefly far, far away from here,
idle in my wanderlust throughout the
sky,
higher and higher, farther and farther, gentle in the off, off distance;
why didn’t you follow or wish me Godspeed?

[mnaz]

'How far away, how far from things next door
would a neighbor have to be,
to be a neighbor to no one?'

Excellent question.
There's no place quite that far away, it seems.

[joel]

I hope not--I'm not always sure.