Glitter rains down, frosting my home,

but only when the earthquake arrives

Shake my world

Turn it upside down

until I fall up into the sky

Until I splatter on the concave sphere

I see through it,

but the next galaxy is untouchable

So I rest my cheek upon the glass

wishing for a hammer to shatter these oxygen walls

For I have no destination past this constellation

because these glossy glass gates are a barrier

with hands keeping me separated from progression

secluded in an orb

As I lay in the glitter that is a blanket upon my back

my home is flipped and I float to the ground

waiting for the next earthquake to shake

until what is lost is found.