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Orbital pathways

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i am in orbit, here 

So are we all 

 

dropping down to surface

angular velocity substantially reduced

 

from where i stand, or sit, 

still, milling about

 

occupying time/space

half a life's worth of life

 

at most

looking into my children's eyes 

 

every now and then, 

look again grand children's lives

 

yet still 935 mph headed east 

held here while moving

 

under the influence of gravity

along several axes 

 

by various intergalactic fields

turning on a moving plane 

 

moving in place... 

upon a spinning world

 

in a rotating galaxy

in a universe

 

moving?

 

Everything moving it seems

such is life...

 

i suppose everything 

posed by fate to be 

 

assembled/disassembled, 

 

changing states

to decompose and be recreated, 

 

they say... 

whether we recognize, or not

 

sensing beyond senses

our minds seem inclined 

 

to overstate our abilities

beyond our grasp 

 

and the ability to stay on task

continually evades us

 

turning the tables 

like Caine and Abel

 

jealousy strikes us back 

to a new starting line

 

a matter of fact

when we trip forward, 

 

calling it progress

forgetting our former mistakes

 

like a pot full of crabs 

or a den of sleeping  snakes

 

poised for the next kill

until the waiter 

 

in this floating 

space hotel 

 

comes with the bill

imaginations pouring 

 

a cup overflowing 

in the illusion of sanity

 

a rest-stop for humanity

till fission and fusion, 

 

spill from the box

a chain-reaction

 

which triggers a paradox

war in the name of peace

 

until we bomb each other 

out of this world...

 

or our prayers for vengeance

awaken the beast within

 

and only so much confusion

we can take...

 

Whether born in a stable

or upset about 

 

What our practice of religion

has come to resemble

 

fornication by the church

Gambling in the temples

 

Jesus overturning tables

burning witches or stoning each other

 

how many directions and influences 

can we entertain in our tenuous grasp

 

to find who the what we are

much less where in heavens are we going

 

just knowing 

someday we are all going to die

 

just where are we trying to go

while being stuck here together

 

trying to save our souls 

from each other

 

better still, knowing 

we have something to live for

 

even if, just for a moment more

until like the setting sun

 

we are no more

our death, witnessed, 

 

while everything else 

around and about us goes on...

 

our bodies lose structural integrity

the driving forces which moves us to be

 

a fluid cloud of living energy

with an aura, detectible 

 

by others in proximity

with techy gismos 

 

even further observable

no longer is served, 

 

no longer is breathing

no more beating heart

lays down and... dies

 

our bodies swiftly disintegrate

our identities erased

 

integrated thoughts 

in our collective kin

 

our memories whether 

carried by love 

 

or by none

 

in the hearts and smiles

by people who recycle our energy 

 

knowing what love means/is...

to live through them

 

while the wicked just die... 

and swiftly fly back to the Hell 

 

from which they came

And for the rest of us

 

we live on in the minds of others 

our memories of kindness 

 

worthy of trust... 

carry them with us

 

as our molecular structure

dissipates, 

 

back 

to stardust

 

 

C2

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