I have a big hole in my side,
I can see constellations inside.
There is a small universe building,
A lot of suns just now beginning.

All the matter is there for the bricks,
Everyone is opposed like it shouldn’t exist.
Feeling like I’m free to expand,
In a black hole losing my whole land.

I see forces that are beyond,
Pulling apart what I want to keep in,
If I look there it’s only wind,
If I feel there it’s walls made of skin.