infinity punched me
square in the chest
sent me flyin' 50 feet
above and down the street
arms waving green eyes open
blowin' bubbles to the gods
in their blue sky habitations
infinity was kind to me
picked myself up in the way
of a punch empowered ghost
awash in black positivity
with extraordinary halos
ejecting like fires from
the form of my body shape
took a precise readin'
of my position to the sun
knew my time had not yet come
but the clock was tickin'
- from London Works
