Saturday, March 31, 2012

poem


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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