Amidst a spiral swirl of stars we spin
obliquely round a minor yellow sun,
adrift among the cosmic eddies in
this vast expanse with which we all are one
while questioning the consequence of sin
and barely grasping how much we have spun,
for every body turns at its own rate—
eccentric cycles constitute our fate.
Are You Reading Me?
3 comments:
A beautiful description of the controlled chaos we are all caught up in!
Thanks Shirl!
We go around and around until we sleep inside the ground.
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