in the center
there is a sun
what revolves
is the planets
each sees
the sun from far
the sun from far
and near - elliptical paths
once thought
the path circular - once thought
the very land lived on was flat
if we stay perfectly still
we are not - if a call comes in and we don't answer
the call itself resolves our thought - are we thought of
still
still
how many words are enough to create a path
perhaps that is why
we smile
at end
rhymes,
lift our head
to the internal,
and those slant: imperfect rhymes add life
a rich
rhyme subjects
the mind's eye - to time
the mind's eye - to time
we hurdle threw
in silence
we stop
we stop
and tunnel thru
