Orbits

I completed this as part of Miss Kay's Honors English Language Arts class. This work was part of my Morning Pages for the class in which students can decide to freewrite whatever they like.

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The corridors of time and space unwind,

The doors to the planes of existence

Open and close, their pathways unconfined

While others fade into bare subsistence

Like a memory lost in the back of the mind.

The pendulum echoes in endless consistence

Its hands keeping the galaxies' orbits aligned

And forever trapped by time's assistance,

But revolved into blind compliance,

An astronomical servant with nothing left behind

Of its life before it was ever entwined

In the orbits' rotationary persistence.