Universal Palette
Oh the bodies,
that dance,
throughout time
in orbit;
on a universal palette,
of color.
The colors
of heavenly bodies,
on the solar system’s palette,
in a universal “Crayola” dance;
coloring their orbit
and forgetting about time.
I worry about time;
it too, has many colors.
Parallel time, in orbit,
has colorful bodies,
that dance
across time’s palette.
The artist’s palette,
with time,
can cause souls to dance;
with bright colors
of emotion; swinging, swaying, emotional bodies;
like planets, in orbit.
I chew a piece of, “Orbit”
and consider the stellar palette.
Its heavenly bodies
and their spin through time.
Oh, how those colors
celebrate with their dance.
Round and round they dance,
a box of one-hundred, “Crayola” colors,
on a universal palette.
I want to dance throughout time,
And in orbit,
with those heavenly bodies.
Celestial bodies in an unending dance; bursting with color.
They are always in orbit; performing throughout time,.
“Crayola” colors can’t match, the universal palette.
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