The beginning. Or, the end?
written by: Debbie Tunstall
Peri-what, apocalyptic?
Before the ending
to all endings
(brief pause)
I am the furnace
inside a furnace
with Jupiter-sized spots.
Not to mention the mass
of many moons
erupting out from all its edges.
Then there’s the gap
in seamstress
like earth just crumbled
and rumbled
then split
into, erm…those thingamajigs—
ah, yes, hieroglyphs.
I am circular
Not arch meeting arch
but limb meeting limb
with a twist.
I am interplanetary
Get ready
Lagging thoughts
dragging me
from Pluto to infinity.
Plus one, two—
twenty million light years
of bulging belly
caught on camera by the BBC,
I blink.
The world
was never watching me.
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