I'm tearing strips out of the sky,
Ripping down stars and comets,
In great ribbons.
I'm trying to get to find
someone out there,
anyone out there,
who can hear me.
With both hands I grab on
and yank at the fabric
of the cosmos.
I stand up to my knees in peelings,
because this seems to go on,
unendingly, like the universe.
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