We go in phases
here then there,
light, then dark,
moons in our celestial journey.
Even the Earth
bears changes:
quakes and shudders,
freezes and melts.
Yet some perceive themselves
to be the lofty, providing sun;
stable in its own center,
roiling and volatile on the surface.
No one tells the sun
it swims through the void as well.
Just another collection of matter
in a universe of dust.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesiaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
