Dear World,
I have travelled upon your waistline
and have corrupted your deepest secrets.
have disrupted your natural motion
through the effects of regular commotion.
Have dreamt upon your stars
and was crucified by these weightless bars.

When you sheltered me from your storm,
I produced sins that made you mourn,
and when you broke down the door,
my mind was full of thorns.

Oh dear revolving sphere, the place I ought to live
the dark shadows have covered all that you could give.
Believe me when I tell you, what I think they did
as all those around me wish only to place a bid.

Oh dear spinning catastrophe, as my visit comes to an end,
please remember me as one of your dearest friends,
through my journey from this core,
may you throw away all that I have stored,
and may you continue spinning by wanting all of what is yours.