Gravity

The sparkling, dangerous, never-ending pull,
the definition of down being so dependent,
every molecule effected, changed, changing, [will change?]
Science never was 100% at predicting outcomes.

The molecules of my mind, this ink,
the paper, your eyes, all pulled by
this ballpeen hammer on a shoestring
flung over the edge of a bridge. And
What’s on the other end will have to
hold its own or suffer the consequences.

Maybe it’s not so much a thing
as it is an attitude, a self-
fulfilling prophecy, it is only
made to be true because it was
defined in no other way. -9.82
meters per second per second
and it’s defined, calculated,
slowly stagnating, but something
to grasp. What would happen to
a pessimist that disbelieves
in it enough that he begins
to float through space?
Or a realist that
believed in is so
much that he fell
through the
molecules
in
the
earth?

Cheap fucks.
We’d all probably just laugh and try to figure out how they did it.

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