Thursday, May 4, 2017


We've all got our own orbits, he said
Our own gravitational pull.
It brings some together and pushes some away
In the end, it can all be calculated.
Like a dance, close as breathing
And then worlds away
Spinning on an impossible axis
Far from each other.

And yet the dance continues 
Time passes and tides shift
We find ourselves in the same place.
Two objects in perpetual motion 
Continuing this chase
Until the inevitable heat death
Fragments our existence 
And it all starts again.

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