Sprawl

How weird it would be
To be the world or
More like the world than

Like you in the world,
To be the whole one,
Ringing plenitude,

And not the small one,
Uncomfortable
Chip tumbling on edge

Down one localized
Landslide’s sudden rush—
To feel disasters

As bits of pattern,
Small parts of your sprawl,
Imperturbable.