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Old 11-30-2019, 05:33 PM   #1
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With my hand held out intently,
to spin you on your divine axis,
we touch and grasp,
flowing with aeons of momentum,
you spin against time.

Fire sparks from the friction of our colliding bodies;
A new Sun,
to crawl across the horizon of life,
to ascend in magnitude
until all four corners of this dark world are illuminated,
and then, to descend tatttered and triumphant
back into the womb of the world.

This dance of such divinity
repeats on the dots of every constellation;
Its spark is an intermittent pulsation,
a signal in the void,
a blip of life on the cosmic radar,
a brisk twinkle in the night sky
that
informs the ignorant,
livens the lost and lonely
and quivers the curious.

We are the elements of nebulous clouds
that swirl into a supernova;
the matching codons
that spiral, helical into new consciousness.

All governed by unseen forces of nature;
Celestial bodies,
heated and magnetized,
roaring by,
through the perpetual night,
unable to resist the gravitational pull
and
the ensueing geometric choreography
that binds us, if only for a moment.

Beautifully enslaved by Fibonacci,
until time and chaos sling us back
into Newtonian Linearity;

Onwards unto our next divine collision.
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