I take the tips of the world
and tie them together
(like taking out the garbage)
and then the oceans drain and spill onto my feet
and I fall backwards into space
enveloped by stars
until the sun is the smallest point of light
and, still holding the earth,
\my insides are out
and my brain floats like unravelled intestines
knotted cords of experience
amongst the most unfathomable age
tiny moments amidst ancient legacies
and I gently release the world
from my skeletal grasp
and it falls, floating until
(like pizza dough being thrown)
it flattens and unravels
and then, quicker than you'd imagine
it disappears...
