Gravity Weeps

Goodbye, my dear,
the Black Hole Heart,
that pulled me near,

in pieces…
parts.

Gravity weeps.
Mourn, Silhouette!
A promise, cheap.

Mourn. Fall. We met

on Luna’s breast,
gravity pulled
us, chest to chest.

But…
we were fools.

Luna’s mistake
Gravity’s wish,
Fate, dancers, fate.

You will be missed.

Break the mantle,
our bodies left
their outline…

or silhouette?


© CGT, 2018.

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