You shift your point of view, just a little, an inch to the left. And you find the world is turning on its head.
You spin, the galaxies demand it.
You learn. There is so much to learn.
You bleed, because there is always enough blood.
Everything will be a little twisted, from now on. Just a little to the right. Angled just so.
When you close one eye and tilt your head back, it almost (almost) looks like love.