this world rotates at a speed of approx. 1,100 miles per hour.
a constant, precise and endless spin.
for the most part people don't even think or remember that they are spinning.
when we walk
run
ride
we are spinning
while einstein dreamed of particle accellurators
while kurt screamed
while mary gave birth
they were spinning
while shadows creep
while love is lost
and people die
while butterflies endure , delicate strong
and everyone teeters to and fro
here and there
round and round
we spin.
along with the spinning plates
and water spinning clockwise down the drain
while our minds spin out of control with all the bittersweet distractions
and cars tailspin
and your voice ,
spins all around me
we rush and spin
around
making things
to simplify and clutter our lives.
while blackholes spin
and we try to make sense of all the things we don't understand,
we are spinning
we spin through all we do
even in the silence of this room
when all appears still
and you and i sit here
still and silent,
we are spinning
always and forever
moving and spinning
and trying to balance.
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