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The world spins you at sixty-six thousand miles
It wraps you around the sun from the moment of your birth.

You are traveling, my friend,
Even standing still
You are flying amongst the stars
Looming towards Lyra,
Venturing out past Vega,
You are constant movement, the second of the Galactic clock;
A gear everything might hang on.

There was a reason you were born
There is a reason why you take water within,
Feed on flesh and fruit,
Why your lungs bring in oxygen
Exhale a breath for the trees;
You are an essential part of the universe
Your mind directs the electrons, compose everything.

While you are standing there, archeologists are studying you
Looking through future wormholes, like tapes on fast forward -
You are a will-o-wisp! –
Like a moon pulling on the sea –
You are a celestial pendulum
Moving too too fast, wrapping the sun all up
And hurling a spiral arm around.

You spin the world at sixty-six miles per hour
A gear everything might hang on.

About this poem

Published in On The Platform, Waiting: a Writers Group Anthology. Smashwords. 2018

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Written on October 22, 2014

Submitted by Ariel on September 19, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme xx xxxaaxB xxxxxxx xxxxxxx xB
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 941
Words 172
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 2, 7, 7, 7, 2


Ariel is a full-time Pacific Northwest poet, often participating at Oregon Open Mics events. She has been published in Gold Man Review, AIM, The Widow’s Handbook, and most recently in Terra Incognita, On The Platform Waiting and Free From Monsters. Ariel often collaborates in many Willamette Valley poetry/art projects and is a member of Oregon Poetry Association, Mid-Valley Poets Association, Willamette Writers and Poet. Her website is poetariel.net. more…

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