of cold outer space in
microcosm, meaning
that there's nothing solid
but the things you
cannot even hold
like faith and hope
and love. Our atmosphere
can sometimes stifle,
but its gravity insures
that things that matter
do not drift too far
apart. Sometimes the
oxygen's so pure it
makes me giddy, other
times you take my
breath away and give
it back before I had
a chance to miss it.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
We went to see the new movie out, "Gravity," which put me in a celestial, cosmic frame of mind.
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