Gravity

Movements might manifest

some mindful, some blind luck.

Unmasking, ultimately:

a mirror, a muse,

a magnet, a mindfuck(?)


Blow by blow, leaves linger;

some stronger, some longer than others.

With warmth, vibrance, vigor -

seeds stir silently;

what is it that suffers?


Abundance can, at times,

drown a once-bright spot. 

Crowding, chaos, competition:

Dry, dirty, deep, damaged. 

Is ‘weathering storms’ the plot?


Some roots remember reason.

Others branch out. 

Meaning gathers moss in silence;

want weighs on worship -

Can reliance be thought out?


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