Hour Twelve. In motion

The planets move like in a ballet.

Like seeds in the sky tethered together.

You would think they were light as a feather,

but it is the weight of the world that thrusts us onward.

Like the weight of our hearts weaves us together,

So the heavens are moved by each other,

Never finding one another the same.

Twould otherwise be a boring game.

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