My face is a solar system full of
huge yellow stars
that draw attention away from
everything else in the Universe,
and millions of tiny black holes
that blemish even further
the red – and slightly blotchy – night sky.
And these stars and these black holes
grow and grow
until they cannot be ignored!
And are popped
at the hands of the being that controls the Universe.

And this solar system is held above two
battering
rams
-square and prominent-
by a pedestal almost too high…

You, once, could use my chest as a table,
and nothing would spill!
But now the landscape of this planet in my Universe rises and falls
… not always symmetrically,
but those hills are there and they are mine!

And – at the center of my Universe -
there is a slight bulge
like a supernova lacking in self confidence.
But, it’s nothing that can’t be held
in by a good ol’ Orion’s Belt.

And Space Traveller, if you look this Universe
up and down:
just before you come to the stilts,
that hold my Universe up.
Stilts that – long as they may be -
are no good for running,
because the Universe is just too damn lazy!
But it’s ok with that.

Just before you come to these stilts,
you – Space Traveller – will look
upon a curve in the back of
my Universe and say:
“that’s a nice arse”.