When a man is falling to Earth
from the heavens,
he does not pose
as the shadow of his future self.
He begins to spin.
He becomes his former self complete.
At the top
he is a top,
standing only
because his life
was secretly revolving
his entire life,
over and over,
too quick to notice,
quick enough to stand.
But when he is falling,
his life says to him:
now it is your turn to spin –
and, as if to prove
that satire and love
are one and the same
thing,
not just a spin,
it says it over and over.
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