So titillated by twin points of light,

Each one surrounded with its own soft glow,

Guiding my hopeful mind and body's free flight.

I didn't notice Gravity's chains grow,

Or hear the sucking sound of empty space,

Or taste saliva flowing on my lips,

Or feel my steadily quickening pace,

Or see the vile veil concealing her hips.

I pull away but soft invisible

Arms are securely stretched around behind

My back and sounds of sucking, sucking pull

Me down the well of Gravity so blind.

The ozone and The Cool Green Hills Of Earth

Succumb to Sorrow's super weapon, Birth.


Copyright Thomas Newton, 1999