Apologies to Galileo
Hurtling around the sun
as if we had something
to say about it though
that never stops us
from trying, surrender
the only real choice,
submit to gravity,
coalesce around
a molten core,
encircle our fingers
with summoned light,
completing one
another’s mumbled
incantations, hearts
bound in shared conceit.
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