And lo, a loadstone rolls its way home,
snagging reactions n' vague impressions.
A magnet with a dragnet, all lurching aft,
the bump n' grind welcomed. A comet,
streaking across this tranquil morning,
casts its taint, faintest whiff of restraint,
a knot of tangled web and frayed nerves,
to mar the delicate beauty of this garden.
Castaway, jostling for a chance, a replay,
the same old round a million times a day,
orders the firmament into sad procession,
claims pity the colour spinning at its core.
You evolve an inner density to counteract,
tangible genuine solid with simple gravity.
To avoid capture, you roll onward, solitaire.
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Out of this Earth
PoetryMusings on the luminous sometimes whimsical world of human love: Bring your heart to the Garden for a feast of Earthly delights but come prepared for unexpected twists and dark turns along the way.
