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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Newton's Laws of Motion First Law (Inertia): An object at rest stays at rest, and an object in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by an external force. Third Law: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. I have no faith that I'm gravitationally bound so I will myself stock still until I can bear it no longer static builds until every atom is itching for movement the world presented to me becomes frictionless within it I'm realised amazed my feet print the ground my fingers trace the textures of the alternate space I interact, am rewarded - my God I can breathe! I dare not pause to doubt my existence there will be time enough when still again the forces that push me so effortlessly now will be a weight that sits predictably on my shoulders I'll consider it then even in a simulation, laws apply with a consequence to thinking and doing being - only happening in bursts when the controlled environment experiences flux I know the trade winds that set me free will also slam shut the door I'm wish to forget how the stamps on my hand that let me pass now crush my bones there is no force left within me to push back I cannot take shape in a vacuum I bleat what seems sense yet it just echoes back gets silenced in the spaces between my heart beats the soundless pockets will blow out my eardrums unless i reset how it feels to stay put being contained is neither equal or opposite to inexistence the breeze ceases to ask or answer and trusts wholly in the fact: laws are meant to be obeyed
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