Gravity In Dreams
Your gravity, jester, unlike any other,
Distorts and maims.
Oddly difficult to sway, yet
Bound by gravity;
are you not he who pulls me?
You creep into my dreams
and drizzle elixer on my lip.
Now I am under your puck spell,
you merry wonderer.
An everlasting intoxicating slumber.
I yearn salvation from this dream,
but like black matter,
you loom imminent.
Able enough to pull the seven seas;
you pull me.
Your fog billows like smoke in a chimney, sprite,
catching in my whispering throat
and betraying my judgement.
Into your dark thicket I roam
and at once I am home.
Now think this, trickster.
I am your plaything; you jest me,
Until morning light
and I am myself once again.
Until next nightfall when dreams begin.
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