Everything that goes up
Everything that goes up
Must come down
After an unnatural high
Comes an unnatural low
It was wild & kind of great
Injurious to conversions with gnomes
But to borrow from the Pixies, gigantic
Still I’m glad I’m on the ground
Some people’s grass is too strong
I was hurtling through space
Out of touch with the planet
Hurtling through space & rotating
As if gravity didn’t exist
Now things are slower
Thank Goodness
& a Mahler slow movement is playing
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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