Split

I have a friend with whom the stars and moon

send into a panic-

"I can't look up (there)! It's all so big and here I am, just one man floating on a meaningless ball"

I have another friend with whom the stars and moon

keep in raptured awe-

"It's amazing isn't it? How could it come to be so perfect? All of this speaks of a symphony to me!"

And some days I've heard them respectfully argue, each in their subtle ways try to lure the other to their camp.

But mostly, they stay within my mind at peace.