While
Gravity’s
Constant
Wounds,
These
Craven veins
Refuse to
Spill their
Secrets
#Poetry #MicroPoetry
While
Gravity’s
Constant
Wounds,
These
Craven veins
Refuse to
Spill their
Secrets
#Poetry #MicroPoetry
Gravity is that which anchors us to this reality; that seems the simplest interpretation, nostr:npub1dsdgn279kkzrmuxxq2v686l26k8u97hjkve342zlpqcfsqk4xtpstkl2mp.
Whether those secrets are conscious, whether the refusal is intentional, the result seems the same. The "silent" suffering of one entrapped and wounded.
I can see potential for other readings, but I am uncertain I can make them coherent. They would involve a sense of being pulled apart by various sources of gravity.