gravity and time have taught me enough that
I dare say to
the scientists
"screw you"
because time is not
solid science, it is
a secret that scars;
a wave that sets the shells stuck on the shore
free.
time carries our heartache and
our love in its hands.
and I wish I could explain to you how
the future is in the past and the way our past lingers in the future and
how
time can move forward and back again and
how
sometimes we may lose our selves in its tides.
and oh
how I wish I could tell you how
mistaken our physicists were.
for I have learned that
not everything that gets up is bound to go down
and
things that fall down may not get back up.
So here I am on the
floor and
my
legs have become
too
worn
to fight
your laws of gravity.

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wanderlust.
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