Andrew Hudgins - Two Worlds lyrics

The bubble shuddering above my hand Mirrors, distorted on its skin, the world Dark pines bend inward on the sphere, and stars Bunch tightly in an arc across the curved Diminished night, lit by an oval moon It hits my hand, bounces, and in midbounce -- A graininess. The sphere dissolves. Thin drops Quiver in air, then fall across my palm The small night flies into the larger night Where sweep from star to star seems firmly spaced One sun behind the next, a billion miles From where I stand, my palm damp with the world I held, however small or misshaped, on my hand