swirls of nebulae

cloud around

packed with pillows

fond ephemeral

memory pervasive

of days past

with shadows

of tangible

voices tone

as I grip

for that

which cannot be reached

Holding my heart clutched in my hands

eyes gravitate downward to drink the abyss

the fear exhausts seesaw of my limbs

frozen cold feet blanch at the edge

struggle to back up but weak knees tremble

throwing me over the fissure of my past

skimming my skin of errors feels cleansing

leaving dregs to snag on edges of void

droplets of sanguine misery scatter with wind

impure thoughts, deeds fleck off and purge

both foibles and freckles leave my embrace

sponged by the scrubbing of pain I have caused

my body become a feather absolved of my sins

as I reach bottom of the gorge of forgiveness.

I thought all I could encapsulate would be small, but I instead reflect the space around me. As far as I can go--an infinite law. Its all inside--all of it. I try on new shoes and the universe curves around my feet, and I curve in the universe contained in the shoe. I climb in bed and distort the space around me, but then time and space soon shift in my head. I exist in myself, and fit in the universe, but the universe also fits in me.