At the glimpse of the universe’s edge,
watch me jump into the pool of fiction,
where I can slay the nightmares of reality,
with a sword of fantasy,
in a world of chaos.
At the glimpse of the cosmic center,
hear me sing into the sorrow of cores,
where I pierce the ache,
with an arrow of love,
in a world of horror.
At the glimpse of the earth’s core,
feel me hug the root of evil,
where I cool the heat,
with a kiss of trust,
in a world of mayhem.
When you are done being in the distance.
Copyright ©2016 Adri Sinclair