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Ai Wei Wei & my orbit

 






i have described a weave


in ever widening circles


during an epoch


of ever narrowing ones


there are no shortcuts


pause


to watch the ladybird & the butterflies


girls giggling about beginnings of ends


the ebb & flow


when they get up from their rest


they will


gain & lose




The End


inside


outside


many interweaving journies


under gravity


& outside


in a spinning world


on a rotating planet


which is a spec


orbiting a tiny sun


orbited by a tinier moon


hurtling 10s of thousands of kilometres


multidirectionally


Time is dual


one relative


one eternal


we come from the ground


water


we are mostly


& yet certain poems 


transcend


loosen


& 


bind...



without end...



we begin...



time to sing & dance...



someone vanishes



someone appears



a skateboarder sticks a landing



& the youths all cheer




i finish my cigarette



to sit in the late Spring sun



a currawong bells



lorrikeets fly



like forever



merely a souvenir?



1,887 poems







Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.


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