On Rising

Eric Weinstein

this was the first morning
it was easy again.

perhaps finally, during the night,
the innumerable neutrinos
drifting up through the earth from the sun
reached critical mass, became enough
to lift me out of bed.

i silently thank the universe
for heliocentrism.

all day i imagine the shape
of rising:

a column of mercury,
a note tied to an orange balloon.

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