Not fiction, not my clone

I’m still wordless
whirlwind speeds
leads to whirl-cyclone
and much more…

six trillion miles
is a light-year
I was not taught
to count beyond that
and I’m not sure
if I’m within that range
or without moorings
beyond the span of gravity

I feel a pull
with no strings attached
not a known face or name
limitations put me in shame

I’ll write about it sometime.
if time exists
or I’m ruled by it
if language exists
expressions sublime

imagination excites
-the lure of things
yet to be felt
yet to be known
it’s not fiction
it’s not my clone

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