Counterspin (Alcor Pulsar hums, eats calendar. I thirl time in skeins. Unhappen every date. O Flip She swallows my limb obliqued, never cresting. —No end, onlymotion. & Mizar) Tides fracture, chars history. I skein time in thirls. Unbecome every epoch. Flip O He threads my pulse parallaxed, ever zenithing. —No start, only turning.
For #TopTweetTuesday, a cosmic poem about two bodies in permanent orbit. Thank you @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social for hosting ✨