Friday, May 21, 2010

why gravity is not yet solved

I love the new religion
she says
and I know what we she means

Somehow I feel flattered
as if the religion is me

And I wonder about flattery
and push it back and away
until I am no longer sure where compliments end
and I begin

so I pull the world close and near
disguising belief as coincidence (or confidence)
ease as effort
hope as space

Hurt as poetry

small words as grand notions
the delicate difference

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