by Neesa Suncheuri
I command you.
Look into the sky, gaze past the millions of miles
At the sun, its bright round face
Impossible to visit.
You fall down from the heavens, the
Crisp, knifing sky has no form,
Its horizon wobbles,
Gravity pulls you into its central source,
Beyond Earth’s level ground,
Into the globe’s central core, a
Metallic pit of a seed, the
Root of all evil.