Spinning Together Towards… What

I do not know you
because I chose not
to know you.
I allow this
as if I need it
to be allowed.
I am commited.
And, straight, like and arrow
I fly with one purpose
of which
how could I know.
I am not the one
who bends the bow
or takes aim.
I fly in only one direction
and that is towards
death.
And all the sights
along the way
although they take
my brain to play
I couldn’t stay
if I wanted to
even if it feels
so true.

I’m like the earth
spinning round
itself
and spinning round
the sun
while spinning round
itself
while the solar system
spins around
the galaxy
the universe
moving towards…

what

moving towards

what

And yet we spin
and we see
that thing again
and we arrive
and we depart
and we arrive again
spinning around
while hurtling towards

what

I do not think
we know
what we are doing
here
yet.