Molecule

I'm standing
a fragment of the puzzle pieces of the world
clicking and grinding into place around me
while I stand
silent
tattered jeans
paint splattered shirt
arms reaching for something that isn't there
I let gravity takes me
and spin me like a broken music box ballerina
around and around
until I am just a molecule
spinning out in the dusty star-lit atmosphere
I twirl away into infinity
without my piece of the puzzle
the earth trembles
and splinters into a torrential downpour
smearing the twilight of stars.