the cosmic counterpunch
came down
& bang
the center-point
was set.
they lifted me
feet in the air
head-down
& i began to spin.
i have been grinding my way
deeper and darker into
my own emptiness for a lifetime.
they call the process
boring.
some say
i will vaporize in the
immense heat of inner earth
or be worn to dust
by angry sandstone
but i believe
that hard-headed times will end
& the day will come
when i will breathe
the spicy air of china.