In the world that I live in

In the world that I live in
The world, itself, balances up and down
Falling ever so slowly
The numb fingers write
Of the speech
Never found
Pencils
Array of
Star- streaked pencils
Stare back at me
As I gaze upon reality
And reality rubs the dust
From it’s eyes
And flings it back into space,
Like a top,
Going full speed
On a table
Arriving
Right
On
Time.