BILL PRINGLE

PUSHING PAINT


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TEA FOR TWO

You who invented time.
While standing still at the speed of light.
Cruising into the endless night.

You might ponder the aimless flight.
Opposite yours at the speed of light.

Who is to say your direction is right.
With infinite directions in sight.

If you slow down in one direction.
And I slow down in another section.

No matter how slow we travel.
Our separation would never unravel.

Always twice as far apart.
In opposite directions from the start.

Take time out of the equation.

Put in some circular motion.

That might change our straight line devotion.
And topple Doppler the potion.