I was staring up at the sky
yeah, try and stop me; a crystalline finger switching the lights
on and off
stars and sun
taking forever to memorize the constellations

Oh, gravity
your game is an impossible one
keep me on the ground, so I can feel the constructs of my body
waver between all possible paradoxes
and fail to impress any scientists

Together, here, somewhere
Among all the impossibilities of the known universe
As me manage to map out a new world from napkins and discarded
Paper plates
Our own is being thrown away.