Posted on September 21, 2017 in Uncategorized

gravid gravitas gravity grave
all beset with heaviness sunken below probeheads, loads of gravel, beyond purchase
salamanders increase alchemically underfoot
Beings of Fire unquench-able balls rolling around the living room floor/tilted, subject to gravitywave
settling in one corner where I sat hunched round the AC hanging on the window, sweat blown,
not serious enough to be impressed by the gravity of the sit.u.a.sun. hitman in a stroll through  moonlight gravely festering in constant memory, grave the only constant… another view: always gravid, full not empty no matter what yr theory says