Zywa Gravity

The house is cleaned up
my head is next

hands around a warm glass
lights turned off, staring

at a flame, unnoticed
burning up my worries

But my skull retains
something heavy deeply hidden

seeing no light, concealed
a desire

to live and experience
My skull retains

my centre of gravity

Poem 134
Rovio, 2009-07-16

Collection: WoofWoof 
Keyword: Life: lust (impulse) 
Keyword: Meditation 
Dedicated to: C W 
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