. Here is a parlor game,
. Galileo's orb-like spheres revolve
. On a merry-go-round of invisible poles.
. One holds one round up to chin,
. The pie plate on wobbly stand,
. Then gravitates to a body
. Whose angle and mass
. Inclines one to another.
. In time the stronger force
. Will intercede to plant its seed,
. Sow its field, till its row,
. Much the way sunlight tames
. Invisible horizon in waves of
. Collective ecstasy. And the day,
. Its weaker force, a phoenix wheel
. Of mass to energy, life to death.
. Yet if we stroll round these orbs
. Spin our eyes and heads, the
. Eclipse of an age old tale sleights
. Into view. Man's bittersweet history
. Of triumph and tragedy leave
. Empty symmetries earthed in
. A spacial realm of discord.
. Here, the orbs collapse into
. Gravity's well of chaos and
. Disharmony, a causal effect
. Remains for love to unify.
. The rest is theory.