It makes you dizzy.
Crash crash crash the craters shout at you remembering ancient impacts
Your closed eyes burn a red echo of the luminous sphere
(Shaped not actually like a sphere but like an egg
Like Easter and childhood and the one you found months later behind the fridge
Chocolate old and crumbly
Spiderwebbed with white-gray lines of cocoa butter)
It should drive you to eloquence but you are turned dizzy stupid foggy by the light
And all you can think is
It’s so big but I can block it out with just one finger.