Gravity

I. Is it mass that attracts mass or mess that attracts mess And if both, is there one of the two more primeval? We get pressed to earth's breast but Love's attributes Dance in a space where banks cannot confine time, Time flows more than one direction, a four-dimensional tensor. The love you might wish you could safely deposit somewhere Is also a multi-dimensional asset like the universe! It just keeps expanding! (God daily grows a bigger heart?) Oh, how and where can I buy time now that my own is spare change? Defeated by gravity, its flow is now my tide of choice and all movement! It seems that all that matters is "I AM" and "Life Sucks!" II. Though my orbit be questioned, at times even a dashed line, If today's sun is not the 'ONE STAR,' or even the big bang itself, Let the heart of my perambulation, the center of my movement, (Even if this object of HIS affection only dreams HE's there) Always be my faith that "I AM" is my sentient father. May He whose imagination is the “Mother of All” never Divorce Himself from this dream of His Great Heart Or the Dreamers that sprang from that womb, His Children (Phenotypes of both His heart and His soul, "in His image!") May His rainbow survive human time, arc so that ALL eyes can see, His Grace, forever the soul of both Love and Justice for all! Brian Johnston 24th of July 2018