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Another Gravity


10.17.17 Posted in today's words by

Nate Maxson’s most recent poem to appear here was “Insomnia” (August 2016)

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“Another Gravity” by Nate Maxson

Another Gravity
By Nate Maxson

There is a black hole in the forest’s very middle
We know that
But it is not polite to speak of it
Such places are to be avoided against their pull
There are riddles inherent of course
In the act of getting lost

Like
What does a glass eye mean to a telescope?

They say these things
Turning and turning
The words
Turning
Ah yes

Above the sky there is a desert
We know
Or hope
It pulls at us, another gravity
Something soft-footed and striped like night
Drifts rumbling and rhapsodizing
Such natural sounding whispers
Are tigers painted like butterflies
Or is it the other way around?

Perhaps
I am sealing the fever in
Brick by brick
Here
A reactor core
Patient Zeros competing to be pharaoh
You can hear them in there, pacing the circular corridors

In this rotting quiet,
In leafy green breath
I am waiting poised to bolt
At the first rumor of smoke

Some theoretical
Animal or power outage
Will carry me like a storm
Or a child on its shoulder, flying
Westward and snowblind



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