I feel the axis of my world tilting,
A shift in my perception.
Stumbling a bit,
My hands appear further away from my center than usual
Like the first day wearing a new pair of glasses.
After an eon of contraction,
Compressing myself down into my core
Calcifying myself in a cocoon of comfort
I believed I might become small enough to live in there forever.
Now the shell begins to feel too tight
Some sharp part of my anatomy begins to pip,
Almost without permission.
A tiny aperture opens
And I am an eruption, expansion,
A recurrent nova,
unnamed and untamed.
