To think the world swims through my head
And then turns to look back at itself
Pushing aside my narrow view of it
So it can behold its entire self
We keep changing places with one another
Like children spinning till they're dizzy
Throwing off their bodies and falling
Wide-eyed helpless in the grass
To think the world is so much younger
Than I look more comfortable
In its body like a mountain or an ocean
Falling through my thoughts
To think we fit inside one another
And what I make of it it makes of me
So precise the soul's geography
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