Celestial Ride

Raise up this body,
Take this weight away.
Come, centrifugal force,
Lift this heart from the shade.

Dirty old car tyre,
Cool, forged iron chains,
Make a worn but worthy vessel;
Creaking up and back again.

Orion seeks to touch your nape,
The Southern Star — your heart.
Favours the Celestials will ply,
From you, your karmic burden shall part.

Swing away, this gentle night,
Here there is only love for one.
Put aside your sacrifices,
Antigone, again you will become.

Furnish this swing with youth of old,
Reclaim the hopes you thought had flown.
With fleeting touch on grounded stone
For once, it will be enough to be alone.

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