The moon inclines,
oceans tilt,
a vector drawn through salt and time.
Blood, too, obeys,
its rhythm modulated
by that pale attractor.
Orbits interlace:
planet by star,
star by galaxy,
galaxy by cluster
a lattice of pull,
an architecture of return.
So thought curves,
so psyche bends,
not solitary but sequenced,
each motion a consequence,
each desire an orbit traced.
Poetry
These poems are moments pulled from the folds of everyday life, memory, myth and imagination. They are invitations to pause, to notice, and to enter the spaces between words.
One written each day.
Some days are a prick.
Some are a blessing.
Thorn and Benediction.
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Thorn and Benediction 
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