Posted on August 12, 2016 by Nik
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Syzygy

poetry – I mean,
who fucking has time for poetry?
 
but,

 

there is a moment
when the light hits you
and you don’t feel
separate

 

a radiance obliterating
every atom and
 purpose
as you stand
basking, blissful, desolate
at the edge
of the world

 
galactic core
in you, beaming
sol
the centre
your heart

 

in you, aligned
the answer to everything
that there is none and
everything exists only

 

in this moment

 

but if you move
this moment
will be lost, yet

 

celestial mechanics
unrelenting, the earth rises
 in you, and still
the day