gravity

the weighing of objects

the weight of thoughts

unstrung like dust in the moonlight

carrying on unbound

for chance at matter

mattering

to matter

to be

waded

to wait

wayward we fly

past tall buildings of water

of living light

we know them

feel them

are them

but do not know them

as our own


we turn obligatory circles

whispers reach us

and we learn

Updated: Jan 20

amongst the ferns

we wicker and scare

yearning for the little finger

chance

to pay us mind

our due


but overdue is our submission to grace

of abundance

our invitation to

everlasting

the times of coming dawns

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