objects moving through space and time,
at a distance as silent as pantomime,
people too travel straight lines,
their geometry,
their temerity,
to stay true to that orbit,
some fly in parallel paths,
chance has its own math,
but when
two paths
cross,
there may be gain or loss,
but when
two in orbit
meet at the same place
and the same time,
the same ship,
a relationship, ...
not the mothership,
in orbit.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
objects moving through space and time,
at a distance as silent as pantomime,
people too travel straight lines,
their geometry,
their temerity,
to stay true to that orbit,
some fly in parallel paths,
chance has its own math,
but when
two paths
cross,
there may be gain or loss,
but when
two in orbit
meet at the same place
and the same time,
the same ship,
a relationship, ...
not the mothership,
in orbit.
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