Why I Hate Gravity
heavier than down;
pulling and falling
red-kneeled prayer to the god
of downstairs and tears,
of steps, stones and caves,
flapping like a torn flag
the flag of terra; trapped under
the bricks of this world;
flightless, too low to rise.
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