To: Saturn's Rings 🪐

You can't feel a galactic oneness with the universe unless you feel detachment too, at least delusionally so

When I saw galaxies and planets through the telescope last weekend

I privately sobbed my eyes out, like falling hair to the tile cracks, like unreasonable fear to the faithless

Every day you take zero steps you are one step behind. That's the old spiel, right?

Every nook contains dust; whether you want to sweep it clean or let it slide under the bed is the question 

It's your choice to make

That is the beauty of agency 

To do absolutely nothing with sights so indescribably beautiful they inflect profound change in you

So you go from this:

Scrambling, like a stressed, overworked, undernourished (my bum disagrees in a silent non-smelly fart), woman trying to grab all her 6 bags and wear her stupid lace shoes 3 seconds before the automatic doors to her metro stop opens

To this:

On the last day of the year, I sure am getting off

I'm getting off time's back

Let time take its sweet time 

I can always get off at the next stop