Proclamation

Should gravity stop to breathe
Stillness becomes a must &
The heavens unleash
A new orbit
Tearing a hole
Pausing memory
As if it were a shield

This wilderness is loose
A wildly beating beauty
Falling becomes a rising
Rising/falling
Falling/rising
Rising/falling

Is it a revelation
A lucky chance, or
Patient research
Birthing this notion
Its’ precise vision
Despite the weight

Breathing
Wobbly
Like anything
Just born
Yet, quintessentially,
More cheery
Than accumulated years
Of living a tainted life
Once, 
Having stopped
To look 

People like us
Lively outsiders
Finding breath
In another’s eyes
Is revolutionary  
Is legendary
Protecting everything
Even lunacy

Submission is complex
As the clock ticks
The serpent
Conscientiously counts &
Waiting to step closer