nurturing body and space

A nurturing body,
the colors of rings,
anything inconsequential
repels them toward
nurturing space.

It's now common sense
that body and space is
precisely what we feel it is.

Do we fantasize our body?
Does space generate fantasy?

What does it indicate to imply
this body and space is dead?

Complex and in/un/substantial,
they rest amiss, co-dependently
with near things.

A pillar of nothingness
fails to support chaos.

Never ever forever.
Never is fluid,
forever is closed.
None of this
established truth.

Uncharacteristic behaviors
of body and space disprove
exactitudes, truths
guessed at
through diligent science.

How we refer to body and space
is a simple surface of lines -
of flatness.

Body and space chill
slower at sea level
than in the mountains,
less quickly on all strata,
less placidly on ours.

The in/ability to intuit
everything after
it's been un/derlooked
is now what's in mind
especially when it comes to
dance and freestyle.

​​Being observed by our star
as we feebly rotate away,
it seems I always forget
this is a moon gripped we
cling, a frozen asteroid.