Standing on a shifting planet

staring at soft outlines of clouds

intermingling with each other

making sky fractals

remembering how important

maps used to be

before an inner gravity

pressed the landscape

into a non-nutritive pancake.

A little syrup and morning is redeemed

but the great gaping hole

in the middle of me

is greedy and this place is uninhabitable.

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