Tug of war of scientific love.

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.

Xo

Ergo it shouldn’t hurt the tug of war 

of scientific love laid out in symmetry 

Xo

The feather returned from shoe to nest I see at hand 

Reminding eyes of missing bell moved aside

to grasp brass ring.

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Could you hold these pair of magnetic gloves 

that turned history on it’s pendulums.

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Zero gravity zero gravity zero gravity