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| Title Prompt: Balancing Act Vernal Equinox arrives. If you sneeze all day long, you'll miss it. Balance like an egg, fall to the ground. We crush into earth, bound by celestial motions. Like an Oreo, split on two sides, the season eventually, equally divides. Our heart not center, but lungs and eyes symmetrically coincide inside a body's window, unless you have that one hanging ear lobe. Even our beauty seeks an equilibrium. The extremes of winter cede to new disorder while a sun directly spies perfectly our equator. We yield to perpetual tides, rolling out to black, Perfect balance might seem 12 hours of light and 12 hours of night. But the sun makes it bend, adding a few minutes goodbye over our horizon. Days from one equinox to the other, not identical. Autumn-to-spring is shorter, imbalance perpetual. Earth’s orbit, not a circle but ellipse, spinning a persistent planet on axis, not uniform or fixed. Just a world divining its place in a larger system. We're wobbling motion that's existed for ages. You can swim out and seek that perfect spot, or accept that balance is not perfectly achieved. Balance may take infinity, bound by time. So wherever you roam, find the sun and shine. 2.20.22 24 lines unworthy wcrampentry One of the originals: Returning to Equilibrium Balance like an egg, fall to the ground. We crush into earth, bound by celestial motions Like an oreo, split on two sides, the season eventually, equally divides. Our heart not center, but lungs and eyes symmetrically coincide inside a body's window, unless you have that one hanging ear lobe. So, when the sun crosses that equator, predictable, know it's not perfect either. The extremes of winter cede to a new disorder while a sun perfectly spies our equator. We yield to perpetual tides, rolling us in our night, falling back from sight. perfect balance might seem 12 hours of light and 12 hours of night. But light does bend, adding a few minutes to that goodbye over the horizon. With daylight that persists after sunset, our equinox day is longer than night. the days from one equinox to the other, not identical. autumn-to-spring is shorter. imbalance exists because of Earth’s orbit. not a circle but ellipse, spinning planet on axis not uniform, nor fixed in space, just a world divining its place in a solar system. We're wobbling motion. No wonder we tumble down like an egg. differential gravitational forces from the sun and the moon, phenomenon that has existed throughout the ages. shifting and moving forward, a struggle between that pull and momentum, perpetually we rotate. a restrained and controlled pattern. You can swim out and seek that perfect spot or accept that balance is not perfectly achieved. And though the night is black, in the day we can clearly see. Balance may take infinity, bound by time. So wherever you roam, find the sun and shine. 2.19/20.22 |
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