try not to burden
me with things
that i have never felt
under the influence
of weightlessness
tell me again about
feather-weighted bones
that will carry me
beyond the lamp which
lights the lifting
speak carefully when
addressing the environment
of uncertainty
for solar flares will
assault the principle
i tend to enjoy the
part where pine boughs
fall upon the headstone
far below the floating
moon where wildly i spin
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Hi, Mark--It's great to see/read your poems again. This one was perfect for helping me shift into a more easy gait at the end of a crazy day.
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