Gravity is so fickle,
It just goes and goes
The constant burrowing of change is
So stupidly funny;
How can it all be so enthralling then
Utterly disgusting
In minutes?
In months.
The allowance to change forever,
Burn coarser at every turn, every contortion.
Sickled sun sets, gives way to a voracious moon
Pulled by gravity.
You’re allowed to dishonor my grave,
The proof that you’re doing it right
Is in the heat of the laughter.
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