I look up rugs and pads.
Imagine measurements
and the weight of heavy things.
A spoonful of white dwarf.
An anchor.
To be here, and not to fly.
I look up rugs and pads.
Imagine measurements
and the weight of heavy things.
A spoonful of white dwarf.
An anchor.
To be here, and not to fly.
Aremyfeetofftheground 