by Joel Fraser

We beat in time to a rhythmical pulse
Attracted to permanence, after all
Yet in time will come a rhyme that rings false
And the well-built walls of life start to fall

Gravity gone, I simply dissipate
Innate need for form, now unsatisfied
Ground yourselves, cling on, avoid what awaits
With gravity gone all I see is lies

A sky full of doubts; answers I once knew
Collapse inwards and their lanterns go out
Stars that were once so bright, now where are You?
The crowd around raise a collective shout

A voice in unison, linked by a force
That binds us – the boundless – steadies the ground
A discord remains, the natural laws
Of before seem changed, new music finds sound

Without the restriction of four-beat time.
Within the stars an explosion alights,
Brighter, renewed. Within the dissonant rhyme,
Lies the ambivalence that brings true sight:

Gravity gone, we rise into the night