Contemplating Space

Wrote this when I was in one of those 'feeling really small and insignificant' moods.

Contemplating Space

Delve curious fingers into
the rippling waves of time,
flowing gracefully
past.
Throw relative thought at the void,
glitter on tempered velvet, 
grown infinite and
vast.
Perceptions merging, diverging
where pulsing currents expand,
fleeting and
infinite.
Staggering giants of the weave,
ominous only in death,
limitless and
finite.