Gravity changes according to mass.
Will an ancient heart, burdened by woe, drift faster
Than a feathered laugh?
What hidden weight calls forth tears to flow
More heavily than a midnight’s rain?
If griefs collide like tectonic plates,
Do they join in mountainous uplift?
What unseen anomalies can change despair’s descent?
What will catch the fall of sorrow?
Walk with these and look behind,
To judge how deep footsteps go,
Then make them lighter, lighter, lighter still.
Today becomes tomorrow.
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