Wednesday, October 7, 2009

gravity

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Gravity



The headspin, shark’s fin,
moonful fly-by-night sin:
Honey, your dark star calls me.

Round the corner, in the car,
chucking darts in Nicky’s bar –
I never thought we’d get this far.

But we do.
The Earth wins through.

The oil by your bed says all:
we only stand until we fall.


Philip White












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