fall Gravitation Gravitation
fall. Zesty
heaviness in the space of the grapes and the other burning chorus: oh
apples, pears oh
suspended beneath the blue, on the dark earth.
No melancholy;
celebration is what my palate tastes
gold this morning.
Celebration to be what I was,
to be what I'm being,
in flower evolution of fruit wing
to edge on nest in the plum.
Gravitation
autumn celebration in the courtyard (in the world) from my house!
Alejandro Nicotra of time to light 1967
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