Reality

[newsclippings]

Reality consumes our consciousness
With the overwhelming sense of knowledge
Yet few of us are aware
For our existence in the universe is indifferent
Celestial objects stir
While here a chef's spoon stirs
Utterly unaware of the chaos
Occurring throughout the universe
While we go about our daily lives
With the belief we are the center of it all

While I like short poems, I don't really think yours does anything. I like to think we've all been taken aback (at least at one point in our life) by the sheer magnitude of the universe and all its twinkling celestial objects; however, your poem doesn't really take me anywhere I haven't already been in my mind.

Work into this piece. Give it some life. I think you're touching it with the chef's spoon.

and don't be overwhelmed by knowledge. soon we'll get little chippies to stick into our heads that'll store it all for us.