- Vol. 08
- Chapter 11
Image by Vika Wendish
Centre of Gravity
Sometimes the centre leans away,
It’s an energy that goes from right to left and back
Like the pendulum of an aged clock.
How do you find the perfect centre,
The place that holds
The world and your mind?
There is a book about a house that is a maze
A man walks through the archways and holds on to pillars
To stop himself from drowning.
I walk through a maze of books
Mine but I no longer own them, I only want to get rid,
To feel lighter, light as a dandelion seed…