Cresting the skyway brow
Suddenly there stands a crowd
A host of gleaming towers
Black at the roots
Nematodes
Shriveled in their shadows, walking



Wild Einstein clouds
Expound from shocking top corners
Falling, falling relatively through blue



As I did for you



Time expands, reeling
Space folds down, diminished
To strings and wormholes
Without your warm, certain presence
In three, wholesome dimensions



I am all at sea with these buildings
Unless you anchor me
You, my gravitational constant
Telling me up from down
So I may walk through the valleys
Of my home planet
Keeping balance
Between rooted earth, adventuring sky.