|
Gravity is the Enemy
Ricardo Soria
I failed to mention the clockworkings
of my mind all covered in all colors and hues,
celstial thrones with terrestrial views.
A love for the things I tend to muse.
A tendency to cheat reality
and counter the cadence we are constantly advised to become a cooperative crony to.
Gravity is the enemy.
Imagination is everything.
Cruel is the abomination
cutting off the circulation of countless veins
Blackening crucial elements of your sweet brain
Create to Destroy.
[And] Sit atop of your world with a leash in one hand in case it tries to crawl out of your crushing grasp. |