sometimes with a brute hand and sometimes with a delicate hand as you strike your time chime
dues paid
a new day has risen,
Time - although a construct, often so misconstrued
one cannot deny the passage of night and day that has repeated itself incessantly for my ancestors ancestors and prior, and continues today for the children's children
Chronos, you have gifted me, alas in due time, to believe in the gravitational pull again
I had lost faith, so I had floated in outerspace like cosmic debris for an unknown, unmeasurable amount of dedicated time
but gravity has pulled me down to earth again
gravity sank me down so my hope could rise to the surface again
Gravity, I can believe in you again
I can believe in the pulling in of forces
of two bodies of mass
dancing in elegant distance, coming closer together
I can believe in the visit of the comet
destined to line up in my vision
I can believe in electromagnetics
creating fusion and synergy.
We can pull towards
meet in spaces
having exchanges through the grid of light
nebulas, fresh from death & freshly gaining the momentum of life
pulling and pushing down
condensing into manifestation
My astronaut's travelling boots removed
my feet touch earth
I am home. We are home.
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