If I think too hard
Who knows what might happen?
My head may crack open like a nut,
And both hell and heaven
May fall to pieces
Like a kid’s puzzle,
And on the ground they’ll rustle
Until a wind toys them into a hole,
Where they’ll become again whole,
But never the same,
Not even a name
Could be given to the new structure….
Scull fracture?
World rapture?
Moment capture?
October 29, 2007