Thursday, August 6, 2015

Gravity Gravitas

Such is the magic of the weakest,
Strangest, strongest form of energy

That a door on a slant to the surface
Of the earth can't stay ajar

For any plea of me but swings
Open to bang against the hard thing

That prevents further falling.
How many days forever days?

Just one! And never again!
Oh, I'm so tired of each this.

Can anyone claim "oh! I'm
So tired!" who isn't one? What

Set of journalists' questions
Comprises answers tonight?

The sun who drags doors open
In my eyes shines cruel and bright.

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