Round we orbit,
spin The Galaxy
thanks be Yours
A god I find,
not nearby,
I coax Him in
and what does He say
“Love”
So I ask “again?”
what does He say
“Love”
Not wanting to anger Him,
I timidly ask what’s “Love”?
She says “Let’s fight” I say “Be nice”
We fight, We twirl, We Love.
Round The Galaxy sits, without a thought
“Spinning” the confused to delusional truth
is all it knows and ever wills
and “Spin” it does
A vortex of light erupts
Out spins Us
13.5 billion in
with a trillion to go
I say “Love Me Crazy”
She says “Yes?”
If The Galaxy had heard
it would have smiled.
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