So Deep I Am Still Falling
And as the bus hit a bump,
She turned,
And my eyes met her eyes,
and like black holes
They drew me in,
So deep I am still falling,
And now I wonder,
If this spell could be broken,
or do I each day wear another chain,
falling further to a place,
where not even light can escape.
John Roberts
(This poem came to me in a half-dream state this morning)
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