Life in a Centrifuge - April 14, 2025

Gary Hunter
Apr 14, 2025
1 min read

the spinning clock of aging

accelerates the breakdown of

the heaviest part, our bodies

as the lighter part

our weightless essence

is drawn towards the center

as forms and frames fracture

something deep inside

readies for the moment

so when the body falls away

the soul separates and

is released

no more bonds of flesh

or brittleness of bone

good Lord, it must be freeing

to shed all that drag and rise up

a balloon in the night sky

headed for the stars

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