Galaxies spill into black holes for glacial centuries.
Crushed plasma erupts, sculpts new universes.
I am the invisible particle between the greater than and less than symbols.
I wander from the path, crushing the evolution of countless beings.
Wordless space hovers.
Breath holds the fish midair.
Tara floats on her lotus.
I evolve arms and legs to claw at future and past.
Stars and planets roll like marbles into the funnel.
The great womb spits blood, mucus, form.
I am the grain of sand hovering in the birth canal between hour glass bulbs.
My complaints soil all eternity that flows after me.