Inside of a Poem

Hello, I am inside of a poem. The man who flies under my nose can grab himself by the backs of his thighs.

My mind is a compost pile. She finds my blood inside her nose. 

My gravity grows like a hamster face. The Sun is blue, but the mines are eraced by time. 

the Sun is Gray and black. The moon makes my heart attack.

the Sun and the train go down in the rain, and every person is blue and gween. They sneeze on me, and I like them to be.