Pretty Globes

Pretty Globes—
above my days and darks—
amidst my done's and comings
you remain two question marks.

As I fall for nears and fars
were's or are's or soon to be's"—
you dissolve to one, oh moon and sun
those many me's.

Above the bright or clouds
where space and my heart meet—
complete, much realer than
a thousand flowers sweet.

I dare and care and stare
that you amazingly exist—
at all, don't fall, do call
from up, my core, despite, insist.

Oh here I am, a speck now whole
now that I have been—
with planets in the dark, "Un-Gravity"—
as I fall deeper "in".

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Copyright ©2008 Robert Fulton Laird
Website: www.flatsongs.com

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