This idea of us hurtling our way through chaos while we sit on a planet that doesnt seem like it is moving, comes up many times in my poems. Neil De Grasse and William Shatner talk about this and it made me search. So this is a reposting of this particular poem as I think about that this am. There are a bunch of similar ones that touch on this.

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Not the moon or the stars
Not Jupiter of Mars
And yet the arc is right
And how she takes flight.
Maybe we are moving faster than I think
Hurtling toward chaos in a blink.
But the timing is all wrong
Or maybe I lost the beat of the song?
Maybe the ground moves fast under my feet
Especially when we are wrapped deep in our sleep.

Would you lasso the moon 
And keep her on a chain?
Make her dance just for me
I need you to explain.
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