Trajectory

falling with a thread to hold
so that speed makes no distance
just brings you back around
again and again

But we need not bore ourselves
with mere orbits
for the centrifuge can toss
anyone to the reaches
far and far away

Still, there is Nothing out there
to pull, so every slingshot brings
you home... eventually
after seeing so much vaccum
and going so far

Which is not too bad
since we all need the Sun

One and another cast off
the time, the moment
the prior path
goes into the calculation
of Trajectory.

And more can be the same, sometimes
by the virtue of the moment

We are all flung
Given some destiny of arrival
and no path, in the deep, wide black
It's just that paths, while given
are merely and always circular

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