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in spite of walter the world turned over and churned him till he dread every day. with the fingered ring stuck up his nose he froze his face and hedged his bed, playing dead in dreams of flying without gravity

cultureless, artless, incapable of rest his struggled best was raw and loud in anger (and spastic pain) no passion could explain away, walter tipped and on her madly upended the bed. left her suspended, weightless, cartooned so that sun & moon left walter unaware taking with her gravity

then the falling away (easy as an every-dog off his log) & walt had his each day to play pirates and gulls with a mateling, sang yo-ho while the sun & moon fell in love with walt’s best man, slow-mo denying all gravity

in spite turned the world, over and broke walt’s neck on a crack of sky, whacked him back aground and he cried (too late, smashed spine rumped on the hump of his burned-off sea), hey (nonny nonny) honey where’s my gravity?

yearned sun & moon to die on best man’s fuck & walter gone unstuck went mad and hard-cracked as a fooled boiled egg, yet still churned with a squeal running on against the spite of days. the bite hard on his aching heels, walter drooled great his grief and bellowed like an angry wheel and was gutted, as his entreaties for gravity.

of it all still walter yet continued to theorize with tears in his eyes he cried out “misconstrued!” (as they who cannot teach must do). sun & moon charged “no changing the rules,” leveled him flat-earthed having birthed him his due and crushed him unawares with strange and brutal gravity.

then mortified walter shaved his ego and egghead swore off peg leg, ‘came the maudlin monk over the shells of his vows he refused the juice, passed his cups, went to mending the upended belly of his ship, and rant-chanted to sun & moon for the return of their gravity