Growth Out of Gravity
Trembling nerves born
The anxiety, dread, jealousy, scorn
And lover's touch to bring it back
To full persuasion, tempted assault
Gravity tangles in its throw away nest
A culture that produces garbage spinning
As spiritual pride unsettles, infests
We are called to lift
Reach up and achieve our mist
Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2013
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