A pendulum swings

The sun and the moon flirt

Above the world

A man stands atop a building

Looking deep into the veins

Of the city below

The emptiness between him

And all else

Pushing him back from the roofs edge

A formless force

like those moments between joy and sorrow

suspended in time

sometimes he feels like a collection of dust

an accidental form

looming in some corner

a regurgitation of mass and energy

but then, it feels like every rotation of the planet

every moment of love and loss in history

every death of a star

every tear shed

every dream encapsulated in sleep

all came to be to bring him here

Every step he takes is the one he was meant to

like time is reaching out her hand

inviting him to dance

and nothing is a mistake

no step is wrong

and he's spinning

and his heart knocks inside of him

reminding him he is alive

and for a moment he is in love

he could take that step

the one that goes off the edge

letting mass meet mass

letting the world he loves

pull him to her breast one last time

not today

there are more dances to be had