gravity

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gravity

caught up in the cross

of warm tractor beams

shot from the whirling

and deepening twins

 

from black holes within

that pull at my soul

escape is futile -

i let myself fall

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Sleeves’s Poems (23)

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memories 0
album 0
turquoise 1
delusion 0
cold 1
wife 0
imprinted 0
sepia 2
emerge 1
gravity 0
Two haikus 0
Strips 7
The lone wheat 3
Life that never was 3
Tide 4
I awake 5
Lúthien 5
Gone with the whales 2
Picture 3
Perfect looks 2
You, here 3
Scarred 5
Fade 1