The Gravity

You tell me you’re
on a glass slope wearing slippers

And then you laugh
But we both know
it’s not funny at all

Your words are the glass
Your voice the feet
dancing and quivering
so’s not to break what’s beneath

It is truly the most fragile pane I have seen

And if the glass were a window
you would throw yourself out
If the glass were a mirror
you would see only doubt
And if that glass were to shatter
you would pick up a blade

But stood upon it in slippers
You are simply afraid

Don’t be.
Gravity
can only pull you so far

Please understand
I once wore flippers in tar.

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