Holes Poem by Dylan KD.

Looking out from the holes,
but you reverse your earth
just to fool me
with your suspect gravity
and though
youre position is fixed
youre juxtaposed
and engulfed by the sound of our thrashing.

Rearrange your god-like shape
then, with your sharpened chariot
skim the ocean of heaven's tonic
and bruise the studded mule.

Looking out from the holes,
in tune with this temple of knives
and today your gravity is weak.
You come out
from your blistered cloak
which induces a flu
so I sail out
across the sunken plane
over the closed elephant.