Í am bórn stáring at a céiling póised overhéad
like a collíding plánet. My lífe’s fúel is spént
swímming thróugh invísible fíelds
of grávity reléntlessly préssing
the wéight of wórlds
dówn.
My smáll-boned béing
dáily bénch-presses ský,
as Í walk cásually dówn the stréet,
the whóle héavens plúmmeting fíre-tailed cómets,
my úpward gáze–Sísyphus púshing báck the stórm.