spherical tension.
A cord, a wire
For which I have many names
That I can never seem to speak.
That orbital nature of my being, that
For reasons chemical,
Sparks fires of color and creation one moment,
And consumes light the next
In a glorious ecstasy of oblivious self envy.
They are the same moment.
The fire and the light are one.
Where one crystal facet lies in the dirt,
Covered in musk
And shadow,
Another face of the same crystal
Shines blindly
With light,
And reason.
Balanced perfectly.
All beings are orbital.