Jupiter Descendant

on the wings of yesterday,
tomorrow sails dangerously close.

and here,
right very now,
I languor in the eternalness of this fleeting moment,
allowing myself to drown
in the pleasure of not knowing.

free to fall
with nothing
to seek,
with nothing
to want,
with nothing
but me,
and the whirling cosmos within.

ready, to spin.
ready to weave.
ready to cleave to Destiny

But tell me,
are you ready,
for me?

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