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I stood on the surface

of reality,

tiptoeing about slowly

so I wouldn’t cause

any tension.



For underneath,

I was pulled

in every direction.



There was an inward force

which I was resisting

because it would

result in the end

of everything I knew.



Gravity would

not make me

crumble to pieces.



I didn’t want to

break apart

but how it tried

to squeeze so hard

on my inner being.



I just couldn’t

let it compress

all of my hope.