September 19, 2019 3:37 am
In Praise of Gravity Which bestows weight or slings me around some other heavenly body, a version of you wondering whether I’ll rise from my next plummet, victim of curvature and infinite range held in place, attractive in nature, bent perhaps and scarred, proud to have survived but never wiser. Cleansed, we continue our […]
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