Planet

Ebbing,
tidal-crashing,
stirred this way
and that
between the tug
of moon, wind,
gravity and the spin
of the rock beneath.
My mentality is often
coursing, thrashing,
rolling like waves.
Neurchemical and hormonal
sea-storms
toss my psyche,
pull at my mind.
But, the brain observes,
documents,
analyzes,
analyses… analyses…
Formulates rules and concepts.
It builds and honors.
It loves
the chaotic circling orbs around,
swimming in this
mystifying ether.
Somewhere in me
is a core of stone.
It cannot be broken.
This iron spine
would protect
my solar-system
with will immortal.
Muscle shifts
like tectonic plates
over a solid frame,
weight-bearing, steadfast.
-All fired and set
by the heat
of my churning,
burning,
magma soul.