The Never-Ending Force of Gravity

Not only tears,
sliding down the cheek

but wings, plaited
silver-feathered folding

over spine's boney
protrusions. And so

we learn the role of
gravity, of things

that drop from heaven
burning, never seen

again. There are
mysteries we can't

explain like love
or light or angels.

As for me, I never
stop to breath or sleep,

roaming with my torch-lit
eyes pulled away, into

a never-ending radiant
golden glittering.

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