Internal Clockwork

poem, poems, poetry, writing

The push & pull.

I feel it on crowded subways.

Passageways and line-ups.

To and from work.

So many stars in the sky.

We bump and collide.

Rotating within the silent pull

Of gravity.

Comets hit us.

Every eternity.

For we are burning stars;

Our lifetime permits

Eternities measured in months.

 

The push & pull.

I feel it at work.

Pushing the establishment.

Pulling in currency.

Selling them a few more hours

Of my only true commodity.

For money to buy commodity.

I enjoy spare time.

Stretching weekend to eternity.

 

The push & pull.

Of a burning star.

Amongst a galaxy of gravity.

Controlling the sea,

The moonbeams,

Of divine intervention,

Or supreme institution.

 

The push & pull.

I feel it in my house.

Relaxing,

Spliff spilling,

Jack purring,

Along with a fountain of daylight and ink.

The whole world outside

Whispering eternal affairs.

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