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Universal Law




Gravity is the gift of shape,
the downhill way we tend to roll,

so when the bough begins to break,
we know which way to go.

Mass is variable, hard to gauge,
but G is constant,

a glimmering icon
weighty as Grandma P

calling down the Lord at bedtime,
putting us all to shame.

A body at rest
remains at rest,

it’s a law of Newtonian motion.
You can trust the math,

so hush now
and let yourself fall.

Lay down your rock-a-bye soul
in the unbounded darkness

where a billion stellar galaxies
unwind their spiraled arms.