Who Do you Say I Am?

I am a pendulum
The fulcrum bends me at the waist
To greet gravity with some torrid kisses
As the plates move with my tectonic palled
Returning balance to a river of entering wine, and the subtle truffle.
Trifling, I will not bend at the knee
But as a pendulum should,
I will sway with purpose in every direction, infinitely
And return to a center
To my natural inclination
Prostrate before my Father.
Should there be any doubt
Refer to what you know of how I walk,
Side to side.

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