Gravity is overrated – especially in dreams…

gravityGravity is perception.

Gravity is only perception.

It is a force pulling together all matter; maybe even a force pulling together all that matters.

The more matter, the more gravity; the more that matters, the more gravity.

But it’s still only perception.

Don’t ask NASA. Don’t ask Kepler, Newton or Einstein (although Einstein’s the closest).

The apple didn’t hit Newton on the head, and Newton’s head didn’t hit the apple. It was simply deviation.

And that’s why gravity is overrated – especially in dreams…


My Gravity

I was awakened from a dream,
a dream about me – they’re always
about me it seems as the axis
of the world is under my feet,
all eyes turn to me, all words
are said for me as if pulled by
my gravity, and yet I never speak,
never a word, as space shrinks
close and closer, faces approach,
the ground and sky too come
to me, and just as it is all to be
enveloped in me as a fold
I wake, and I speak but no one
hears me, the sky opens forever
and forever away, familiar
faces withdraw, turning
carelessly, no calling stops them,
no motion halts the sky, I’m
being spun by the pull of true
gravity and lean back into
myself just to keep from falling.


The World’s End

The world ends somewhere,
I know it does;
not sometime as in a date in some apocalyptic
‘you’d better watch out, you’d better not cry’
kind of way,
but a place, an edge, a cliff that
doesn’t look like the end until it’s too late
when you’re hit with that falling sensation
from dreams
or the lurch in your stomach that only happened
when you were a kid,
in the backseat of the family station wagon;
that end somewhere
is not where people don’t live or work or love
or care even, because they don’t care at all
where the world ends,
but I do and you should too – I think it’s
somewhere just past Aurora, if you’re wondering.



Meanwhile everything’s the same,
fish swim downstream as well as up
so don’t be fooled by cliché’s fame,
because virtue’s virtue will corrupt

itself and all who still pretend
there’s a something beyond it all,
thus refusing to bow they ascend,
proud as Icarus they rise to stall;

meanwhile the rest of us plod along
doing what must be done less airs
allowing a dream of being so strong
but saddled with every day cares.




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