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Gravity
The earth must circle the sun -
it is a matter
of enchantment
- every star
regardless of size
is compelled by physical law
to sculpt a bowl of devotion
into the texture of time
around which
lesser objects irresistibly roll
until they collide
and are absorbed
by the lord of their orbit
even as they explode -
which is why I’m begging you:
disenchant me
- let me go.
Your deployment of astronomy as the controlling metaphor of this poem is nothing short of absolutely brilliant!
Starward