did it hurt the pied piper following the pasture to the
Opened field did it hurt the trees creating torch
to signal the surrender of surplus empty diner
On my knees.
When there’s nothing left not even skin or bone
for troops for Hoops too make percussion
With from the teeth that chatter in the cold Stone.
Ergo it shouldn’t hurt the tug of war
of scientific love laid out in symmetry
The feather returned from shoe to nest I see at hand
Reminding eyes of missing bell moved aside
to grasp brass ring.
Could you hold these pair of magnetic gloves
that turned history on it’s pendulums.
Zero gravity zero gravity zero gravity