Miserable Chillers Antipodes
I've been having
So many bad dreams
Of the antipodes hanging
Upside down
From me
Or the damn old pinholes
An ancient index
A big and bright sky
What's seen
But cannot see
It's been just a short time
This busyness:
The screaming, the staring
And naming
All these things
I'll swap our places
Drag my knuckles up hills
Smack all the stars down
All that grants
Shape to me
But i am smoothed out
I am rolling away
And i'd never wanted
To see
Everything
