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gravity you can cut with a scalpel
dberlinn

We’re all under her trembling web
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But not the prey caught above
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Or,
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our own shadows preceding
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As we so casually into
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Blistering night
 6
Tire irons
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Or did a branch of a greater cotton wood
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Reach out and grasp at me
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But I left in thankless saunter
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As driftwood would wander
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And wind down the river
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Looking up at every branch
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tied down by relentless roots and thick fractal of foliage
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I am not one of you
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I am not one of you
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I was released ancient upstream and long above
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So long I am now smooth of river stones
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Tirelessly worn
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Wood that is no longer tied to any aspect of
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Green growth sap honey dew faux white ghost of fall born fruit
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The drift wood only IS in dying
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I had to bow to warm passing
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Turn dry and charcoal and gray
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In order that I
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Could achieve that release of chlorophyll and free will
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It’s beautiful to be bound
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Stitched to the rotten blood rich ground
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Fecundity, plasma,  ovary, and tributary
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But why do please so gingerly
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I desire to float wild
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And be ugly of sublime Graces
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That blow kisses like light storm borealis
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In the pageant of godless outer space
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Where is that aluminum foil blanket?
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that keeps arctic paralysis at bay
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Keeps traveler subordinate to photosynthesis
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If I could feed off reflection of city lights
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In the black water that laps so secretly below the thick cape of
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What time is it anyway?
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How I would have finally caught up with my own element
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Have become too drenched to smolder in the fire pit
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6 Mar 16

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