Curvature

I thought all I could encapsulate would be small, but I instead reflect the space around me. As far as I can go--an infinite law. Its all inside--all of it. I try on new shoes and the universe curves around my feet, and I curve in the universe contained in the shoe. I climb in bed and distort the space around me, but then time and space soon shift in my head. I exist in myself, and fit in the universe, but the universe also fits in me.