30/30 NaPoWriMo: Four Pendulum Toy

when you've gone to the edge
of all that could be
and you've looked far and wide
as you can possibly see

and the stretching you've stretched
starts to be nothing but pain
and you release to the pendulum pull
and spring back from whence you came

flipping and flopping and free-falling through space
and twisting and turning you lose all sense of place
spun round like a dervish
escaping from time
eventually slowing down
while your spun-about self
eventually slowly unwinds

and what remains of you
is but the clothes on your back
and the little bit of lingering connection
with immeasurable slack

once the twitter birds and stars
cease buzzing round your head
and the kinetic motion
and the frenzied fly frazzle
has become stillness instead

will you still be you?
will you know who you are?
will you feel even moreso
like some lost fallen star?

will you land perfectly perfect
among golden grasses of Light?
will Love be the magnet
that guided your flight?

will everything that is nothing
that is both being and not
have landed you exactly, precisely
in the right spot
where your bestest boldest blooming
can take root and take hold
grasping desirously to Gaia
while reaching deliciously above
sending intoxicating fragrace
of goodness and joy?

or will a that end of it, the very last bit of it all
will you only find out
you are just the Universe's toy?