Smashed

Looking down
or    looking    up?
see    the big wide world
poised    like    heavens
you are, tiny tot    of    misery
beguiled    into surmise
what    is,    is not
and    on top    the balloon
of    mists    hangs like a bubble
pierce    it, so that with your wishes
comes tumbling down the world
smashed topography, into smithereens.