I do it wrong everytime I take a chance,
I barely glance.
Elegant like romance,
a graceful slowdance.
Ripping cosmic fabric
Like mind is magnet
Only when I let it .
When I stop spinning, all I can feel.
Is everything else, turn like a wheel,
Trying to stick me to the edge.
Im glad Im an inner me,
So the wheel reaches eternity.
Or so small, that I fit inside it all.
Author's Note: The ending as zero and infinity being the same and opposite simultaneously, each equal amount of gravitational pull.
Which equal, nothing.
Very interesting content and progression here. All the verses have reference to this, appropriately. The first (elegant) stanza has "revolutionary" meanings (in the sense of turning)in the "graceful slowdance", then stanza two--breaks out, the other sense of "revolutionary"--"ripping cosmic fabric". In the last we begin with "stop spinning" in the sense of personal insight and macrocosmic perspective-- and the sense of being pulled to the edge-- turns to the microcosmic--"inner me"-- that "fits in" to it all. Wonderfully condensed, poetic, and constructed.