Oh, treacherous pull of endless floor
under our light inconsequential trample,
in equal measure, the feather is won
cursed by thee, to its inevitable fall.
Thy naked invisible attraction
sways the seas in moonlight dates,
holds north and south feet kissin\',
and has us visiting the sun from west!
Force that collects from all distance
a grip the scale takes the measure,
I miss ye largely drifting in space.
Ye are a tango between bodies,
from a bang that predates time,
sculpting atomic dust into planets.