a response to Griffoner’s “ APOGEE, IF YOU WILL”
I have a sense that today the pull has tightened,
reeling me closer—
not to the bright expanse,
but the weighted core below.
This is perigee, if you must—
the nearest ache, the gravity that knows my name.
Here, the swing slows,
pendulum heavy with its nearing rest.
The question is,
at the point of intimate surrender,
will I rise once more,
break free into orbit's reach?
Or will I sink completely,
consumed by this inevitable draw?
If so, I might not need another dimension,
but this one turned inside out.
Poetry by anonface
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Written on 2025-06-27 at 15:21
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perigee, if you must
PERIGEE, IF YOU MUSTI have a sense that today the pull has tightened,
reeling me closer—
not to the bright expanse,
but the weighted core below.
This is perigee, if you must—
the nearest ache, the gravity that knows my name.
Here, the swing slows,
pendulum heavy with its nearing rest.
The question is,
at the point of intimate surrender,
will I rise once more,
break free into orbit's reach?
Or will I sink completely,
consumed by this inevitable draw?
If so, I might not need another dimension,
but this one turned inside out.
Poetry by anonface
Read 28 times
Written on 2025-06-27 at 15:21
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