On that centripetal Richter scale
he would upheave my plane geometries
to a far-reaching tectonics.

Looted my grounds off my feet.
And those signposted skin grafts
so I would know where I was to rip!
Quite a defensive brinkmanship.

With every fibre of my being
mirage lorn
and fibre optically borne
I decentralized my lifelines
so that they should edgeways fit.