Waiting For Godel
Gravity is
and gravity isn’t
Based on who’s looking
perceptions command
Less for the physicist
more for the poet
Science self-serving
two feet in the sand
Pulling us forward
pushing us back
intrinsic within us
as natural as air
Inside each moment
the stricture forgotten
Transcendent surrender
—polarity spared
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
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