Gravity Ii
Last night gravity broke down and today
my toilet refuses to acknowledge a
fundamental rule: the push of God's gaze
should make the toilet water flush away
all of my worse fears and physical
burdens.
It hasn't and likely will never.
Lifting the cosmic lid and adjusting
the lever of proposition gives me
some hope -- gravity apparently
has a terrible temperment when ****
tries to float down hill.
:: 06-01-2018 ::
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