the girl in the swing having accomplished
prodigies of momentum
no longer needs her father
her friends too are out of alignment

she rushes and rushes
into a future
away from the present
into a future again

and ever
at the farthest edge of now
her forward rush commences again

just once when she was leaning back
so far back
she saw the departing world
quite clearly

the earth balanced perfectly atop
the tree that clung to the bird
that stood on its head
on the sky

then suddenly she knew the roots of the sky
were infinite
and that the rush of time itself
could not unseat it

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