Run (day 3029)

I woke my memory to a fall:
Into a vision I’d lost.
No amount of recollect
Could mimic what I had left,
So in the absence of all fear
I effortlessly bound forth,
Gathering my wit and truth.
I sloped for easy ground,
Harvesting each neuron
For the dear escaped moon
To where I left
My rambling mind
Of each blessing I had run.

Gravity (day 2344)

I am lost in a sea of science
Stuck somewhere in inertia
Hovering closely to propagation
That leaves explosives
Dormant
Exhaling undone neurons
That have gathered around the nucleus
Orbiting
Centripetal force keeping
My central theory alive
For after all
I am gravity
Led by gravitas.