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An entire universe in motion
Spinning, spinning
Am I at the center?
Spinning, spinning
Slow-exposure,
true north star at the center,
could make the theory of me seem correct,
as if I am the measure of all things, relativity is relative to me,
and around the universe circles,
spinning, spinning.
How misleading a picture can be.
The opposite of self is wonder.
Consider that all is in motion, hurtling through a universe,
Spinning, spinning
Forces of life too improbable to imagine, that made me me.
I may take none of the credit for the most brilliant thought I might think,
all is a gift to me. . .
my functioning brain a legacy of chromosomes merged,
DNA dancing,
Neurons fired on my grandparents first date.
Their spark is my existence.
The tires of the bicycle traveling through the small town
Spinning, spinning
