I swirl galaxies
In a fit of pique
Soothe exo planets
Locked in orbit
Blow gentle air
From hot face
To freezing rear
This I
Centre of centreless
Space
Dimple in the chin
Of directionless
Being
Entire universe
Mere metaphor
Of how This I
May feel
Right now.
This vaunted ambition
These vaulted palaces
Celebrants all of
This I that
This I calls
God as a two year old
Stamping mighty feet
This nothing at all
This whatever
This I
That is what it is
And loves only
This I
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 4:34 AM UTC
I swirl galaxies
In a fit of pique
Soothe exo planets
Locked in orbit
Blow gentle air
From hot face
To freezing rear
This I
Centre of centreless
Space
Dimple in the chin
Of directionless
Being
Entire universe
Mere metaphor
Of how This I
May feel
Right now.
This vaunted ambition
These vaulted palaces
Celebrants all of
This I that
This I calls
God as a two year old
Stamping mighty feet
This nothing at all
This whatever
This I
That is what it is
And loves only
This I
