The moon is a fulcrum
I am but an anchor, a pendulum.
I move about, in crazed patterns
But only within a three block radius.
Gravity is a figment
An excuse to keep doing what we do
I have a lot of love to give
But only within a three block radius.
My eyes are on the pivot point
My hands are on the reins
You are forcing me over uncharted waters
Unfamiliar, and far from my three block radius.
I am so very eager.
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