Tumbling

The surface of the Earth is tumbling over itself, fighting to make itself alive

Atoms, not long ago, within rocks kill and consume each other

The Universe is in free fall, stars and planets huddle together in galaxies

But even these huddles fall through empty space

Hurtling to who knows where

My mind is also hurtling, torrents of information pour in

Ideas absorb them and jostle for pre-eminence and control of this temporary form

To what end?

I’ve framed this all quite horrifically, but it only seems horrible while I hope to control it

A sickening lurch as I reach for something firm as stars and galaxies and minds spiral and crash violently into one another

But if I let go, it becomes a dance

To what end?

Rather, why not?