(no subject)
“Forgive me my weakness,
for I have abused my gifts.
I have strange power of stride you see.
I can walk worlds and walk back,
For what else could describe coming back to you?
In a breath, I may walk the diameter of this tiny sphere,
Cleanly bisect it to hemispheres, along the equator,
But I will always slingshot home,
To you, the North Star, upon which the night sky turns.”
for I have abused my gifts.
I have strange power of stride you see.
I can walk worlds and walk back,
For what else could describe coming back to you?
In a breath, I may walk the diameter of this tiny sphere,
Cleanly bisect it to hemispheres, along the equator,
But I will always slingshot home,
To you, the North Star, upon which the night sky turns.”