APPLE AND ORANGES
The street
The road
The black ink-key river
Crawls though my veins
And leads to the Dead Sea salt
Of feet
That thread through the sand
The moon
Its mocking face
Its cold shoulder
As the day passes by
I am done
With this balancing
This gravity
You can have it
Along with the vanity
Of the history
As if it was true
You can have Newton
You can have the world
So perfectly balance
With all it gravity..........................