Seven is too much.
Where exactly is the centre?
Human bodies take gravity for a
dizzying spin.
I seek new vantage points
to see,
to feel.
The toomuchness & notenoughness of life have
collided
in these boys.
My days start in sparkles
and end in sighs
that trail around the contours of a shapeshifting moon.
“Expand, Ayushma! Feel your vastness,” they say to me without actually saying it.
I allow myself to
breathe.
Soon enough,
I’ve swallowed up
entire galaxies.
Is this the magic of life?
To be touched
without being touched,
moved
without having moved.
To experience everything
sevenfold?
