On one side it's light
The other is dark
The next instant it's different
Meridians on the move
Gravity takes us in
Compels us to a spin
Around an axis
Around a compelling fire
Newton and Mercator
Clear directions sure
Finding here our way
East, west, up, down, round and round
There are millions of other paths
Unexplained by history's greats
A million gnawing questions
For one, about our fates
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