I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up

It wasn't an apple fell on my head, no,
Gravity bit me on the ass
Pulling heavier today than most days:
A laughing matter, drunk as usual
Surfing the curved sweet space
Between aching bodies that whirl
And kiss but won't crash
Gathering momentum like smooth
Stones in a black bag I can't see….

(cosmic cueballnoise)

Rest; the world spins slitghtly wise,
Eclipsing itself from my moon-pie eyes.

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