Gravitational update indecisive,
as indicated by floating peas,
bees sucked into dark holes
and seas flat, motionless.
Whilst in theory we madly spin,
the rope simply hangs.
Beyond the kicking legs of swingers,
the street is dead. The trees just shed.
And now rocks spit from the earth,
stars burst and islands disappear.
Tears fall up like rain reversed.
And the crops move around underground.