SoulReserve

Speed of Motion

Time is wound
‘round me
and I spin,
like a top;
The brevity
of grief,
the fleetingness
of joy,
I feel nothing;
Only this speed
of motion,
uncontrollable
turning
of perspectives;

The earth spins,
the moon spins,
so does the sun;
And this expanding knit
of a universe,
we know,
spirals outwards.

© SoulReserve 2016

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