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Yo-Yo By Ken Shiovitz Shimmering
iridescent plaything, Guardian
of cosmic truth, Mindless,
repetitious pastime, Unlock
your secrets of matter-time. Fling
out then catch tiny planetoid, Force
measured true by silken thread, Big
Bang propels forth thy Duncan, Black
Hole, my hand in gravity, awaits. “Loop-the-Loop”
and “Around-the-World,” My
hand, thy fate awaits, “Walk-the-Doggie”
then “Rock-the-Cradle,” Black
Hole awaits, yet unaware. Now
atoms blend and join from heat, While
moving outward Duncan still, Then
tiny cells form organ groups, Silken
thread now a tad long. And
thread stretches on ‘til out of sight, Tracked
yet by telescope, Last
earthly glimpse shows ears and feet, And
thumb on nose to all. |
