Ceaseless Orbit
Ceaseless Orbit
Never a pause
In the fluid motion
Of the electric world
Everything from emptiness
Nothing is all we are
But we are still made
Of stars, you and I
No such thing as
Yesterday; tomorrow’s
Promise is ruined by
The eternal present
When life’s flimsy mirage
Is consumed by time
All that is left – if
Anything is left at all
Is the memory of
True unfettered ecstasy
Eternity is found in life’s
Orgasmic moments.
Copyright © T.L. Drover | Year Posted 2010
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