Trampoline

Imitating a trampoline,
I spread my entire body
outwards and upwards
above the flesh canopy

lying underneath. Rain
drips from clouds growing
on my chest, soaking
its peach colored hills

and field of wire wool
nestled between hills
shifting apart, millimeter
by millimeter. I let go

and fold up, descending
towards their mouths
opening up. This is its
center of gravity, I think,

before re-adjusting
myself in the dank, dark
recesses of everything
long thought forgotten.