Losing The Edge

  

The world
is like a box
hurtling through
the speed of light, cosmos
green and blue
with the corners chopped off
an 8 billion crew, minions to
Captain Jack Frost
trapped in our view, the moon
knows we are lost
the spectrum splits through
the hues
of rainbowed floss
old Moses, he too
got renewed
a testament, to the boss
all the brand new
becomes viewed
and is a was.

  

  
A floating illusion
coated in a fission, fusion
uranium, insane, ion cake
the lid is flapping
above the carbon base
eliptically tracking
around the star we race
soon the spherical in the packing
will fly out
and we will break.