• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 05
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A Fixed Point

A fixed point under whom
In the deep rolls the wide world,
Glowing with uneffectual fire.
The winds blow at your feet,
Spirits of the globe, breathing,
Fussing at the quantum loneliness,
The excruciation of our paltry
Existence: warring clans, disparate,
Incommensurate personalities,
Disconnection at every turn,
Behind every tree bush rock.
Yet, you’re also here with us.
Teach us to gather the heavens
About us, like you do, to be here,
And to go beyond.