watching for my earth

what is there in me
in the hallucination pushing at the ground
in the teeth barring in words
that resonates,
that stirs
at the string in the someones around me

ties them in naughts,
fiddles with a few cells here and there
triggers reactions

they are all watching for my earth
to spin,
to catch at orbiting debris,
to circle about what they really want to be closer to

a hole in the fabric of their sorts