Soul like a Globe

I am rising, filling up
and shrinking, wasting down
I feel my bones begin to crack
my flesh becomes a tattered map
each piece as big as continents
I fold into a ring.

My feet are somewhere near my head
blood coursing through in vibrant red
my soul the planet centered in
my silly spinning skin 

An earthly body not yet formed
the heat of stars and cold of space
take all this sticky carbon waste
and press and mold at glacial pace
a being sure and still.

The earth is young and so am I
Is Gaia's soul so tense and wry
that she must find a way to shake
the anxious energy we make
the way I do-
in angry waves? Unthinking wild quakes. 

Inside of us a molten heat
and I see no reason for it 
yet it moves with angry speed
I want a pure moment of peace
I want to quell my ceasesless love
and ceaseless questioning.

I hope that as I age I find
the way to passingly unwind
the energy the stars confined
within my tiny form

Another hundred million years
and Earth and I will still be here
In one form or another
I hope some day there's an end.