Protista, Gravita

Sorry for neglecting my poetry, folks. I’ve started working on some other hefty projects, so it won’t be too frequent a post anymore. Here’s what I can muster for now:


The zeroes in his heart

Set an even pace for the level gravitation

Around objects

Not above them

But behind

And let through

Upon

Never set upon, never crept outward

Just variance

He knew she knew they were both mortal

So to send animals to Protista was nothing short of

Irrelevant

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