Date: Thursday, November 09 @ 15:40:46 UTC
Topic: Poetry & Songs
the Sun calls to the Earth for some life
and pulls the living from Her, and she
embracing the dance of all that lives,
spins, still in motion, indifferent
life pushes, struggles with gravity
to reach the space of time
the area between centers
becoming centers themselves.
and the dancers, they dance infinity
mental energy paints patterns on the soul.
the sense is solid, facile,
but turn the dial only a fraction of a fraction
and nothing is the same.
no-thing isn't different, but only varies.
speak of nothing
and still something said