Just let it out like a starburst.
Planes rising too close
To the edge of the atmosphere.
They're overwhelmed with beauty,
   crossing the line, just barely.
Falling back through,
   with an explosion,
      raining wisdom down.

Fear.
The reality of being small
       in the world.

God.
Fit me into this tiny hole.
Let me ball myself like cotton
              and absorb.
Let me bleed when squeezed
      like an orange in the morning.