At times one plays…
Nothingness,
held by a thread
As if we could
float
Embraced
By Universe sounds
held by the Earth
Time and again
Gravity calls us back
When we want
or need escape
Return
always certain
As we play with fantasies
flight into the unknown
Deep down, we are made of small
Tiny, particles
That behave in interesting,
(un)predictable.
(in)comprehensible
ways
Coming together;
Drifting apart;
Imploding into
something new?
Out of a void,
a nonbeing
Held together,
Once again,
so strongly,
so tight
No force
pushing it apart
One tries, and tries
Being pushed once again
Towards the center
As if falling down.
when down and up
are nothing
but
abstract
constructs.
Dust of stars
Beginning and end
Held…
in between.
