We’ve forgotten what it feels like when
our stomachs clench as we go
over and down the arch.
Life is a circle, and the view never changes,
sometimes the light fades or brightens
but we’re on a ride of stationary momentum.
We’ve been watching the roller coaster,
and carnival kids for so long that
the strobe lights and gleeful screams of
panic or excitement
sound exactly the same.
Spinning and spinning--
Restrained on our axis,
making a full tour around the sun
waiting for a supernova.
Maybe we should enjoy the show.
The lackadaisical dizziness and moments without form--
the perpetual party and destruction going by,
orbiting on a ferris wheel
we go by unfazed.
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