“Nothing’s As Perfect As Gravity”

Just as perfect as perfect
As identity just is

Because nothing is just as
Gravity is or because

We can only dimly sense
Waving our tiny feelers

Of metaphors and numbers
Which are our best metaphors

How nothing embraces us
How gravity comes to naught

How all the universe burns
To burn itself calm at last

Yearns across its whole expanse
Weakly but incessantly

To hold itself and collapse
Into actual vacuum

Into the first and final
Fact that all changes are gaps

How the calm is absolute
Absence and compact