Gravity
Fog blossoms seep from soil.
Mist dust shrouds the eyes.
Morning river’s smug slate oil.
Dank air is heedless to cries.
City air pushing buildings apart,
making more room for its weight.
Wetted scenes a gallery of art,
lights off and locked beyond gate.
Steps I take tap my median way.
Anchored fast from cranial cavity.
Head bowed by this diffused day.
My will groans wearing my gravity.
EaS
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