(I’ve decided to do the a-to-z challenge by using the last letter of the word rather than the first because… well, just because.)

Impinging on each other as you do,
It’s hard – he being him, you being you;
You don’t know why it is, this strange command —
Appulsion is a force few understand

Like bodies that rotate around in space,
The dance is one that must proceed apace;
Be it from gravity, or glance, or gland —
Appulsive is a way few understand

The mystery that’s in all your desire,
The water flowing from the smallest fire,
The fire itself, that needs not e’er be fanned —
Appulsion – we can never

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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