The World Turned on its End and Shaken

Through the eyes of God
The world must seem distant
A speck floating through space:
Interesting enough close up;
A forgotten toy in the distance
Which withers under neglect.
Like any ant farm
Upset at the slightest disaster
Without a pair of giant hands
To set it right.
A thing of small consequence
Viewed at a distance
Through the wrong end
Of a telescope
Which sets it
At an even greater remove
From which a world on fire
Resembles nothing more
Than the glow of a brilliant star.