:::poetry
Spacewalking, longing just to be
Held in tandem by your gravity
Spir'ling through the grey dark sea
Centered, an invisible trajectory

Spiraling
Longing to be
Caught in your gravity
Circling
The blue planet
Clothed, the sparkling metal sea

In orbit
Like Fibonacci, secured in
infinite trajectory
Spiraling
In a golden harmony
at the center of

the black cloth sea.
Draped atop our heads.
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