My girl's spin is the sweetest and dirtiest
My swirl detector locks in submission
My being adjusts to her pace and her preferences
Ease, struggle, instincts, effort.
Previously painful, confusing things make sense
When I'm a moon in orbit.

Recreational submission to the universe
Leads to disassembling into the swirl
To losing usual frame of reference
To feeling a sense of oneness
To noticing how fast
It's all going
In the
One

They created "life on earth"
As an experiment

But Saturnians all died
And still the Earth thing
Goes on
Forever lost meaning
And intended context

Belly button
A vestigial mark
Of nurishment from mother

It's right now
Right now
But later
It will be
Then

Submission to the universe

At the juncture of <total surrender> & <trying to do it perfectly>