OUTLASTING MOTHS
12/17/2008
The Opposite of Woe
Something heavy falls. You know
the feeling. We fell together,
a large iron ball and still
we're falling; if I knew what bottom
awaits us, it would make no difference.
Someday things will be contrary;
we will be winged and weightless.
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