the universe exists
to give humans a backstory
- no humans, no universe
it's all heads
in the shape of our heads
history could be made up
and I know people
who make stuff up
sorry
but I'm one of them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a helluva lot to unpack in the phrase 'heads in the shape of our heads.' When I try to visualize it, I see turtles all the way down, each carrying a preparatory version of a head on its back.