Fundamental Forces

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Some sad poetry needs no explanation.


the puzzle solves us.

in shallow cuts that take too long to scab.

the numbers measure us.

in the bits of skin that never learn.


the answers sicken us.

more so with each question that we ask.


we count out loud.

every breath a test to see if someone still listens.


the edge calls our name.

in stilted devotions.


we can negotiate the distance,

but gravity always wins.



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