The world spins
stubbornly it seems
pinned by its axis.
Same old, same old,
or so we’re told,
as though nothing new ever comes our way.
As though the way it is
is how it has to be
as if patterns are forged for eternity.
What if a wider physics is at play?
Where the mass of dreams and hopes,
each electron light, combined
creating a gravity of spirit
bending the fibers of the universe,
setting all the nestled worlds to spin,
degree by degree, to new headings.
Thus is possibility born where nothing existed before.