© 2006 Mark Robert Gates
Backwards; for though I go,
Onward; I cannot slow,
Sideward; is a distant glow,
Upward; is the tidal tow,
Downward; a graviton pull,
Towards; all eternal toll,
Wayward; all in love is dull,
Paydirt: heaven lie’s a knoll.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
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