Interconnected thoughts on jigsaw puzzles

Circling thoughts of rings and interconnected thoughts on jigsaw puzzles.
"This is my universe," he said, as they lay, tessellated, moulded, curved into each other,
"It obeys me."
And the stars blinked knowingly at the perception of a unique belief,
of a new idea
in a universe as ancient and young as time isn't either,

The trees breathed the air previously breathed by a thousand humans
the wind whistled the sound of a hundred orgasms
                                                 and babies crying
                                                 and men dying, and with their final breath -
laughing.
The seas churned with the rubbish of humanity,
with ship wrecks and shopping bags
with decomposing bodies and oil spills
and with a message in a bottle bobbing slowly across the world

A million stories were told that moment, into different ears
whispered, yelled, sung and danced
and yet the man perceived none of it
so none of it was important
he heard no tree falling against his will.

All importance revolved around him.
In his bedroom.
With his mouldable girl.

Skin off my lips

I peel the skin off my lips
When I'm nervous
Or stressed, or upset,

my nails grab edges and pull off dry skin, bleeding and exposing freshness within
I'm not sure why it keeps me calm,

A certain kind of control, I make it, I break it, I own it, I dispose it. I use it and I abuse it.

I kissed a boy, and now I scrape my lips. Remove him, destroy him. I don't want to retain or maintain him. He means nothing to me.

Peel off the skin, layer by layer, making holes in my kisses.

I go and kiss more boys,

It's only skin off my lips