Implication of Submission
The question of gravity
was in the hand’s resistance
for neither guile nor instinct
can sense object’s density
and girth – it is a knave
of contradiction and confusion.
Tethered feathers in a large ball
are light as a carefree wave.
For alas, mass and size are illusions
to conform and confound the senses.
As with oganesson being a dense and heavy
element that sits at the table of reductions
and unlike a ball filled with air traveling
with flair
through airspace and drops to a predicted
point.
Whereas a ball of feathers abides to no
submission
Of crafted angle and pitch – as it floats
away with a dare.
Like dreams and plans waiting for their time
while life spends finite for mortals that
lilt with hope.
The beast in the woods sense without
calendar or clock
that a moment now is the vortex to
infinity’s riddle and rhyme.
