Heart, Soul and Globe
The whole world before you. Round and complete, the answer to all the questions you may ever need to ask. Or want to ask.
But here your world is skewered like a shish kebab of red rock and salt tears. Defined and dulled by mathematics and geometry.
But sleep does not come easy to those who point to a dot and say, "My finger slips, I cannot hold on to where I belong. Others have now taken my place." But quiet. This metal ball is not you. You to me are the world and everything in it. Green, brown, blue, of breathing pulsating joy.
