the universe is heavy and the dark is born to press it weights the drifting spirit with a terrifying stress high above the plne gravity commands the dust to ignite crushing down formless gas until a star is bright but go beneath the mountain where the ancient meris sleep it is a different type of elemento fierce and deep it takes the common carbon the forgotten blackened coal and squeezes out the weakness to create a flawless soul the poet sits between them feeling weight from top to floor bearing all the sorrow that the world has kept in store verses are like diamonds born of things that hurt like love the heavy hands compressing life against the grain no room to adjust no relief from the chains it can't scream out for help so it chooses to change

