Giving in to gravity
I become heavy,
Noticing the void
I begin to decorate;
But have two eyes ever lied
Than mine?
Buttons for a pocket watch,
Cheap fabric for the priest?
What must I do
To become
Empty enough to know
That gravity
Is transient,
That transcendence
Is not only in the mind?
A modern day Neanderthal
I look for just a little
To paint my face
To ward off all these
Of false gaiety,
Too bright colors,
And pen in hand that must
Every space
With votive word
Or thought.


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