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.
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