The swoop of this pendulum gives me vertigo.
Up I go!
And down.
And how far down depends on things entirely outwith my control.
Slower in the midsection,
feel those little swings like antipodean inflections;
teasings of an inverted world.
There must be equilibrium.
What we lose on the objects we gain on the experiences
or so they tell me
but the distance between stuck and free
is light years.
And I'm in darkness,
still searching for a light.
