Ferocious, tenacious
(ferox, tenax)
Gravity simply will
have
this delicate Dresden china figurine --
a milkmaid and her shepherd-swain.
Weeks, months pass immobilely,
the sweethearts oblivious in chaste serenity,
while Gravity in its grotto
grimly grimaces and grins.
Then one day, an errant elbow, and --
There, I’ve got it!
-- And if I can’t
purely have it
(growls Gravity
at the center of the Earth)
then neither shall you ever have it back
except in fragments.
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