A Chance Encounter

We spoke of things which I knew, and I knew everything that we discussed. Only the perspective was new.

Yet afterward it was as though I understood the depth of what I knew.

The ground opened up from below-

I could feel my teeth and skin

I could feel the Earth spinning beneath me

I could feel the atoms, unthinking,

conducting my existence.

A beautiful, cosmic machine churning around,

smashing flat the fringe pieces of itself, without warning.

A colourful pinwheel picking flesh from its wielder:

an even more colourful kind of thinking fungus.

It is pretty- such colours built from a film of nothing.

Beautiful people. A lovely heart.

My heart, in those people,

caught in the gears.