The Ballet of Flinders, Splinters, and Shards

Like the Matrix lobby scene

As dancing sparks from the bonfire

Or the fireflies, when they’re thick

Like when you fall to pieces

Your pieces fall to shards,

And your shards fall to splinters,

And you splinters burst into sand,

And the sand explodes into dust,

Like a supernova of personality

And then become spread out wide as galaxies

Covering the night with your neurons & amino acids

Wrapping the Earth in microscopic shreds like swaddling clothes or a they warm Pacific under a new moon