down

Reality is down. Galactic down, a cardinal
direction established universally every
where by the mass - infinitesimally
tiny! That exists pinned in place,
in the middle of spaces

comparatively vast

- but pinned so hard, that each point anchors all
of
the
force
fields

that we all see, and call
solid objects.

Reality is down. Drags us,
pins us - down.
And me, myself? Oh,


you better believe I'm down.