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The Gravity of Living - Dec. 29, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Dec 29, 2025
  • 1 min read

I simply close my mouth

and the mirror shows each corner

cliff-diving to the bathroom tile below

 

a shockingly sad look for emotional idle

 

then, I smile and watch the lips

return to the horizontal,

showing impartial and neutral

 

no wonder we see defeat

in the faces of seniors  

 

it’s a tug of war

gravity never loses

 

pulling, pulling, pulling

everything towards itself

 

well, by now, we all know

winning was never an option

 
 
 

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