White Thread

Gravity upon space,
Loops peeling to scatter,
Voids of matter,
Befriended empty face,
Choke upon, choke upon
Gravity and space.

With the trails of white thread
(Bones lined to tread)
In patches moon high
I would rather cry, but I
Choke upon, choke upon
Gravity in space.


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