#1818 - gravity - window lit

 

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gravity – a window lit

poem from yesterday’s FI workshop exercise

 

I built a wall of flames around

 

it was green to see

 

a window for gravity

dawn in the yawning

 

it was on this world of which

of many

 

hammock shattered in its shadows

 

languid, held to

as in the clod, stricken

figured to muck

 

the game in the word in the way

 

one more line, another minute

 

at just the right distance from just the right star

 

there are versions of why

 

the bird is full of the tree

 

all join the dots to be here

 

behind a brittle fence

well lit

 

this is where I’ll nest