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The centre of the earth
Is a figure of speech,
Yet it weighs heavy on my mind
As the days stretch into print.

The gravity of love
Haunts my issues with the perfect truth,
While the brevity of life
Faces my soul with a pulse.

Satellites orbit around
The points their intelligence select,
As the core exposes their plans
And projects their core directions.

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Thsi poem is about showing up when it counts.