our sun our star our source of light and life is on it’s own journey circling with billions of other infernos its God an unimaginable bit of nothing
and we on our small rock of dirt and sea and fire fly around it spinning peekaboo light dark light dark tilted a little closer a little farther a little warmer a little colder warmer colder
tic toc tic toc we go round marking the times around one two three four to lifetimes centuries millennia eons
and in our moments we are caught in each cycle — the spiraling galaxy’s the shining orb’s the spinning ball’s the aging years’ the changing seasons’ the flickering days’ the endless seconds’ —
twisting our awareness like threads from each birth to eternity