The Lack Of Gravity Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

The
midnight
skies are painting
an earthly presence
in the center of moi!
And; IAM loving
its touch, and
delighting in the
colours that tether my
warm heart, to a cabalistic
warning and the shaking ground!
IAM bowing; as this sphere revolves
in the darkening skies, attracting
dearly my heart felt thoughts
of the future moving towards
an empire of newly forming stars.
As shades; of deadly perfumed dusts
arm, the whole earth esoterically, revealing
now, this humbling grave of so much depravity
let loose, upon the midnight stars, by the lack of gravity.