Ladders and Gravity

If my emotions traveled up a ladder,

Then my feet would be debate

Biting and electrifying against

the wooden rungs as I fight to emancipate

from the acceleration of Gravity, now commenced.

But 9.8 m/s sqared later 

I'm calling my hands- 

Harry P. and the Pevensies-together.

"For Hogwarts!" , "For Aslan!" we're taking our stand,

moving to the beat of John William's band.

His acoustics flow through my ears

crescendoing as I expand to the music

of victorious scores.

And before I fly,

I hear the clatter of the latter

as only it sucumbs to gravity, once its ally.



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