938 moonwalk

no that's my glove


He gives me gravity
when I feel
light
headed
when I spiral.

when grass is ungrounded
My untied laces
draw me downward
We’ll tumble
Both yelping
palms first
Head last.
Air floating
For one
animationed blink
Ground
control
Losing
altitude.
The gift of gravity
Given.

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