a poem I wrote for Ophelia to parse but then she ran away
A pas de cinq? Clearly, you must be a lunatic.
The celestial movement of five bodies is complicated enough. Why add in forces not dictated by logic?
The easiest solution would be to cut yourself off
Spinning wildly away, your axis on a tilt
And let the other four sort themselves out.
One repulsive force, three attractive
One distant, three near
One kindred spirit, two opposite but equal
One, at least, yearning
Throwing yourself at them will not help.
Withdrawing yourself will just prolong it
Add an alluringly attractive alliteration
Fuck this noise, I'm going home.
The celestial movement of five bodies is complicated enough. Why add in forces not dictated by logic?
The easiest solution would be to cut yourself off
Spinning wildly away, your axis on a tilt
And let the other four sort themselves out.
One repulsive force, three attractive
One distant, three near
One kindred spirit, two opposite but equal
One, at least, yearning
Throwing yourself at them will not help.
Withdrawing yourself will just prolong it
Add an alluringly attractive alliteration
Fuck this noise, I'm going home.