Levity, Brevity, Gravity, Etc.

At bottom, it’s just gravity,
Of course, but that dark love allows,
In fact, insists, on making waves

And sedimentary layers,
Such that some loves are crushed to it,
And others released as bubbles,

Not because gravity lets go,
But as it shuffles its longing,
Letting the light slip from the dense.

Levitation is ensuring
That you have less for gravity
To love than the surrounding rest.

Let gravity discover you,
However—rediscover you—
And brevity’s your terminus.