In the looking out at a semisphere
through the high tower window it feels like I'm pulling free of gravity, feeling it leaving me.

Some time it can be a fancy of mine to be fancy free and think gravity is not meant for me

and some time when the weight of the world decides to drop in
gravity stops and everything's lopsided.

This is me in turmoil
son of the soil

and whether to pull myself together which I fancy is another fancy
is some time a work in progress.

Spirit beckons me
indifferent to gravity
virtually
reality
and quite so.

Before I go though
there
and where
who would know me
I shall eventually
conquer
gravity.