People are like planets,
swallowing circumstance
in an immensity of inertia,
hurtling through darkness
with no guide but habit.
With my heart, with my thoughts,
with my life, I would move you;
but how does one move a planet?
How could I correct your course?
Our orbits meet only for a moment--
to be together have we any choice
but to collide?
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