Centric
Poem - by Josh Pearce
In my centric model
of the universe I know
some people who orbit my head
in circles of varying distance
and stability.
They have been there
since the beginning of time
and they always will be.
And I also know eccentrics
who light up my day like comets,
portentous and rare,
running past me screaming
with laughter, hair streaming.
They are trouble.
They will be back around someday.
(But I never met another sun
until you caught me in your pull,
whirling us around some
common fulcrum of attraction,
growing closer to the point
where we feed off each other
great cosmic ropes of plasma
arcing through the darknesses
between us
until we collapsed in on ourselves,
rippling the flat sheets of time,
lost in our joined bodies.
We are
an infinite point
and the rest of the universe
is swept away.)