gravid gravitas gravity grave
all beset with heaviness sunken below probeheads, loads of gravel, beyond purchase
salamanders increase alchemically underfoot
Beings of Fire unquench-able balls rolling around the living room floor/tilted, subject to gravitywave
settling in one corner where I sat hunched round the AC hanging on the window, sweat blown,
not serious enough to be impressed by the gravity of the sit.u.a.sun. hitman in a stroll through moonlight gravely festering in constant memory, grave the only constant… another view: always gravid, full not empty no matter what yr theory says