to disobey gravity

I was choosing between two worlds

and made choice for the empty
space in-between;

can I bear

that demanding, sinking tug to
earth

and the mockery
physics plays
on form and style?

It must be nice
to float in shapeless expanse;

spiralling, and never entering,
across spherical burden.

It must be nice…

Until vertigo finishes its course,

and space freezes

your
long
dead

corpse

soon to be comfortably snuggled in a crater.

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sonnychasm

Literature, art, science, travel. Writing fiction, non-fiction, poetry. Always wrestling with language.

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