Slid to the Floor

In a sense, Leibniz
Was entirely right—
Newton’s gravity,

Gravity itself,
Has something of an
Occult quality—

Did then and still does.
The strangeness stands out
More than ever, now—

The difficulties
Mathematically
Linking gravity

To the other waves,
The observations
That visible mass

Behaves as if much,
Much more must be there,
Dark matter to make

Enough collection
To shape the shapes seen.
The warp of all worlds,

The faintest of all,
But with no statute
Of limitations,

The gravest power,
The curve of all real,
Whatever you want,

So long as you can
Predict how it swirls,
And sometimes you can’t.

It could have been God
For you, but you want
Deity human,

Anthropomorphic.
If gravity’s God,
God’s nothing like you.