The universe occupies my head.
I never asked for it. I don't want it.
How do you say "No" to God?
I see the dot of the Big Bang and
white light blinds me for an instant
and everything exists in lovely
madness like a perfect juggler
tossing the whole **** thing
precise in orbits and spinning
and keeping perfect distance
like Victorian dancers used to.
The universe dies with me.