Today's prompt was to writ a Meditation poem. Just went with what wanted to be written instead.
Distance
The distance between me
and where I want to be
is the square root of the moon
multiplied by infinity.
But when we collide - albeit
momentarily - stars passing
clandestinely, unexpectedly
every spinning part of me stops
and this endless realm is finite
if but for a millisecond;
velocity of motion less than equal
to this unparalleled emotion -
and I am where I want to be.
X marks the spot. Completely.
But I know, this centre cannot hold.
And part, binary broken, gravity restored.
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