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We are pendulums,
propelled independently,
colliding, dividing, coinciding
inertia becoming action, reaction

Do we meet at the focus?
or at some innocuous side diversion
unintentional, unimpressionable
fogotten in the flux of motion

Your east, my west
the residue of our splatters
from our incessant motion
generates designs of poetry

Let's be the click of smooth metal
anticipating each encounter
with positivity , relishing
each happenchance moment