Preposterous Analogies Drawn From Late Night Reflections On Gravity

©  2012 Steve King

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The highest laws notwithstanding...
there are things 

that accelerate to vacuum,

hurtling straight through complex time and space

across the undisplaced fabric

of infinite emptiness—

unbalanced quanta at the helm,

terminal velocity,

scanning for some fixed horizon,

tumbling to a missing point of mass—

ah…these vectors of surplus desire!

Each habit of affinity

instills a mad sense of place,

even to uncentered orbits,

even in an empty room.

It’s easy to remain relentless

on well traveled paths;

dying hard, the  habits,

tracing new maps written in old scars,

so many things so well-survived,

scars so profoundly you,

there would not else-wise be a you.

So forget that silly inverse square—

just another law that begs repeal:

things at the furthest distance

always pull the most,

and absence yields the one metric

to reckon all strong forces of the heart.