Open me up

Open me up

From the inside out

Outside in

There is no point

In turning

Everything upside down

There is little difference

Between the bottom

And the top

The utmost

To the least

Follow a lead

Until you find

The seam

Pull it apart

Put it together

There is nothing different

On the far side

It just looks smaller

From a distance

But perspective

Changes

Retrospectively

And it is all

Just a matter

Of probability and opinion

Whether what may lie

Within

The confine

Of your own skin

Is equal to everything

You may leave

Without.