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February 25th, 2018

2/25/2018

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Revolving the Sphere
I spin with and against the axis of the world.
I become sound, the light, and the speed of time.
It is our inertia that spins on, hurled.
 
My breath is taken in supersonic swirls,
The atmosphere evaporates space mid-climb.
I spin with and against the axis of the world
 
Feeling the gravitational pull, I am purled
Through longitudes and latitudes of primes.
It is our inertia that spins on, hurled.
 
Past meridians and tropics of cancer, unfurled
Below like declarative lines
I spin with and against the axis of the world.
 
There are zones of temperance unknown, impearled
That can only be seen from above sublime lifetimes
It is our inertia that spins on, hurled.
 
From the adventured coast to the oceans netherworld
To heavens posterns, above the glittering sunshine
I spin with and against the axis of the world,
It is our inertia that spins on, hurled.

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