Gravity arrived swathed in dull brown cloud weighed me down feet to the floor. Woke me, saw weeping ooze of red wounds caught enfolded silence green daisies yet closed floods, waves of amulet sworn fealty woke my throat. Forgotten now. Where is gravity without grace? Gravity said wait. Grace already flown nest laid in high, wild rock a thin bubble of water risen from felicity’s spring already written – a song long promised. My plea always and only one thread for that rocky nest one thread long as the gaze of stars one thread woven through all hold me. Just please -- hold me.
