Satori

Heading into the vortex
Where lives are gained and lost
The turn of the eight
The fold of the ribbon
With details becoming
A great relief awaits us
When we arrive with coffee
Apples and oranges
Praying for a good ten centimeters
With no incisions
Something between five and ten pounds
Ten to twenty-five inches
Kicking and screaming
Coming and going
Hungry and tired
With a long road ahead

Spun from a spool
That seems never ending
Turning onto itself
Ad infinitum
We will hold on
For there is nothing else to do
Brace ourselves
As best we can
And pray for safe voyages
For all that enter and exit
Made of the same dust and ocean
Coming and going
Almost falling over each other
In the process
With just enough distance
To call it forever
A soft movement
In the grand scheme
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