Sunday, November 12, 2023

The Spinning

Sometimes it seems like the greater
The reality, the lesser

The relevance to mere living.
What’s out there in the night is more,

Beyond your lights, of everything,
And could crash through every small thing

That’s important on this planet,
But you can stand there under stars

All night in a patch of dark skies,
Craning your neck so patiently,

As the zodiac does nothing
Much but shine cosmic jewelry

From your sore and brief perspective.
Maybe you’ll see a meteor.

You need sleep. You crave survival.
Your relationships with people

Entangled with other people
Feel the real center of your world,

Not some possibly infinite
Reality beyond living.

Everywhere’s equally center,
Unless infinity’s spinning.

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