Gravity's Well

There is no ledge of freedom
to soar against the law
broken bones
makhlawfaw
in the rocky crag hidden

bidden to gain and to gain
no third heaven
just generations of stars

a voice of judgement
softens in equality
while standing strong
bipedal philosophy
mythologies of book ends

and there some silence falls
calling for rememberance
while slithering is some senseless
pain inflection
spells of bees and honey
torn asunder

braids and beads
seven thunders
a rock hard melody
metal in the water
and little stars
cannot be colored

runaway greenhouse
brightness approaches
on a holiday longer than a year
skipping season to season
dawning twice a cycle
high luminosity
twice also

and in this riddle
there are levels
dreams and beards
dropping in orbits
an itty-bitty law
dreadlocks in wildernesses
strength in blind darkness

thirty corpses rotting in nakedness
feeding the birds of heaven
justice.