The gravity of blood
Holds tight the satellites
Of family and
The ties that bind
Free will… be an illusion
An orbit of confusion
For the gravity of blood
Tis not random… nor tis blind
In the end we're naught but copies
Cast afar in the familial flood
Rejoined anon by the cosmic eddies
And the gravity of blood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine analogy - the gravity of blood - and I think an accurate one. Blood draws to it's own, strongly. Well written.