Lids,
Lined with lead,
When let,
Loose to devices,
Your eyes,
Your left,
And your right,
Drill loneliness,
Through everything,
And,
Stare down,
To the ground,
And to the world,
Through the core,
Through the mantel,
And magma,
Your exile,
A density,
Of a thousand moons,
Remain,
An effigy,
To yourself,
Even alone,
Nothing is neutral,
As you fall through the other side of the world,
And into space.
