Saturday, December 24, 2016

2016, And This Cold Universe Races On

It's all the same eye
following the swinging orb
with wrap around rivers
and seas, obeying the signals,
inside and out.

Gravity holding in, molecules
forming perfection and time's
mechanical creating,
working for and against
as we spin past the bodies of stars
minds fixed on the shared,
holy sameness.

The comfort of the
same internal picture lasts
until a twisting version of
truth shocks the heart.
And this cold universe races on.







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