I am convinced life can be defined by a singularity
Only forwards
Never backwards
And gravity is not a force of attraction
But the only resistance to a cold lethal nothing
Huddled around a small ball of heat
Steadily resisting the pull of nothing
Falling inwards keeps us warm
Always afraid of going outwards
To the space in-between the planets reach out to save us
Our science warns us that gravity is weak
So you can never take it back
You can never have it back
History belongs to the vaccuum
A weakly burning slowly aging life is still short
Immense stars that outnumber our dreams burn brightest intent on their own destruction
Yet in gravity they hold fast
Outliving the generations
A beam of light from what is no longer there
To mark the age of the only original survivors
Weakly pulling a tug from something somewhere unseen keeps calling me
Under duress I dare and escape
From a futile existence
There is no escape
Once I was so small
Yet I attracted the most attention
What force do I now possess
To repel life from a singularity?
The moral flexibility of a 20-something
13 years ago
3 comments:
Interesting. Did you write it?
Yes I did. First poem in years. I felt inspired to write something deep and confusing after I found out Carmadillotanzen was pregnant.
Cool. I like it. Can't say that I entirely understand it, but that makes it cooler.
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