Today's poem is by Jason Shulman


The rock contains
its own gravity
and never fails
to send it
when there
is water
or air
or something melted
that gives way
as it tumbles
before it knows it
further down.

Me too.
Every time something
I fall further
my Maker,
which is
why I was made
transparent like glass,
hard like an iron door,
like something
that swings.

Copyright © 2014 Jason Shulman All rights reserved
from What does reward bring you but to bind you to Heaven like a slave?
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