Lyrics of Reversal

I started another semi-epic poem. This one is called "The Slowspin Days" Part one is below. It's a bit fancier in language that I had planned...but I just kind of ran with it. I might scrap it and start over, or I might keep it and keep going. Haven't decided yet.

This one was inspired by a Thrice song called "Beggars" which has a line that goes "Does the earth seek your council on how fast to spin?" And I thought...what if it did?? All sorts of imagery came to mind, and at first I was going to write a short story, but I decided to try a poem instead, since I'm already involved in writing a different story.

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"Lyrics of Reversal"

It happened at the rope swing,
near the old picnic tables,
under the eaves of a patient oak.
I discovered I could stop the world,
and make it move like fingers on a globe,
at my beck and call,
and oh it seemed so sweet at first,
but how terrible it is,
that power to lure,
whispering lovely things,
to the Earth's molten core,
singing out to her magnetic poles,
lyrics of reversal.

It happened at the rope swing,
I jumped, I flew, I fell.
And the Sun fell too,
fleeing into the horizon,
As if a blazing arrow.
Straight from the quiver of Death itself,
she jumped.
She flew.
She fell.

With a twisted ankle and a bewitched heart,
I stood confused,
Under a night sky that glimmered
Endlessly crowded with stars,
like a brush with infinite heaven.
No choir of city lights,
to block out the music,
of galaxies in motion.
Just ten minutes after noon,
the pavement still scorched,
Still longing to shimmer,
With the heat of the sunlight's embrace.

One might have thought,
how proud, how vain,
for the thought that I thought,
As I stared at the cresent moon,
but it crept like a worm,
over all the rest of the scattered thoughts,
in my childish heart.
I knew I'd done it,
somehow I'd summoned an evening,
like a magician
with a rabbit,
or a flock of white birds.

I just didn't know how.