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absorbed in the one
the other is perish and
persists as it was when it was
born again when nothing becomes
because there is nothing more
we abhor
than absence
and so we
the wheel turns creaks and the clock marks
silence in its distance
belonging to us by where we are
the center is real
so we feel
so we feel
it turns with turning
so we feel
so we feel for
ever the center
is in its infinite self
beyond what a thing can be
being everywhere it does not turn
being everywhere as it is
it is the nothing
upon which everything hinges
absorbed in the speed
the momentum is its building
and slowing signals cause remark
the sphere falls and is its whole self falling
though falling is not the sphere
identity is itself and so it is its own building
save should
it stop
it fills with a melancholy weight
dragging is the uncertainty
of failing to be what it is
so the nature of pausing
comes full its circle
to
be
absorbed in itself
staving off
the stave closes upon its own ends
rushing down to find itself
it found it was as far away as it could be
and so it knew it was always where it was
and knowing where you are
is knowing that you can be