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"draw us into orbit"

In the villa imagined,

a single flame persists—

not Ormen’s candle repeated,

but a fragile axis

around which shadows turn.

And when Bon Scott fell,

his voice extinguished,

the band carried his gravity forward—

a different star,

but the pull endured.

Galaxies bend around centres,

but when a star enters,

all else becomes orbit—

planets, memories, voices

pulled into alignment.

David Bowie became

a black star collapsing inward,

his light dimming,

yet his pull persevering—

not silence, but resonance,

a gravity we cannot escape.

Something shifted

on the day they died:

a presence rose, stepped aside,

yet the field remained,

drawing us into orbit.

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