Giving in to gravity
I become heavy,
Noticing the void
I begin to decorate;
But have two eyes ever lied
More
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
Charcoal
To paint my face
To ward off all these
Spirits
Of false gaiety,
Too bright colors,
And pen in hand that must
Decorate
Every space
With votive word
Or thought.

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