Vacuum
Part one of a series of six poems about a metaphoric journey.
• Vacuum – Part 01
• Gravity – Part 02
• Orbit – Part 03
• Static – Part 04
• Bloom – Part 05
• Ash – Part 06
Vacuum
Not cold here. Or warm. Or loud. Or quiet.
It just is.
No lust. Or chastity. Or longing. Or Satiation.
It just is.
Not refreshing. Or tired. Or excited. Or dull.
It just is.
It just is.
Weightless.
Unmoored.
Liminal.
Lightless.
There—the tug of gravity.
The single orienting quality of this place.
My compass spins wildly.
But I can always sense down.
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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