Asteroid

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Your drunken heart, in a sober constellation 

You are certain when you tell me

about the orbits, mathematics 

You say that it's all calculable 

The gift of creation subordinated to

predictable regulation 

A planet walks the black path, lonely space

Shackled, staring at the burning face

of a solitary sun 

I tell you that's a conceit

Now watch out, because you forgot

about the asteroid 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

There's always something coming up that we hadn't quite planned on. But then we can't make allowances for the random. The only thing that remains the same is change. I enjoyed the read, my friend.