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
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
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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album | 0 | 04/26/2012 |
turquoise | 1 | 03/27/2012 |
delusion | 0 | 02/26/2012 |
cold | 1 | 02/18/2012 |
wife | 0 | 02/03/2012 |
imprinted | 0 | 09/29/2011 |
sepia | 2 | 08/09/2011 |
emerge | 1 | 08/09/2011 |
gravity | 0 | 11/18/2010 |
Two haikus | 0 | 11/15/2010 |
Strips | 7 | 07/27/2009 |
The lone wheat | 3 | 07/09/2009 |
Life that never was | 3 | 07/02/2009 |
Tide | 4 | 05/15/2009 |
I awake | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
Lúthien | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
Gone with the whales | 2 | 04/29/2009 |
Picture | 3 | 04/29/2009 |
Perfect looks | 2 | 04/29/2009 |
You, here | 3 | 04/29/2009 |
Scarred | 5 | 04/29/2009 |
Fade | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
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