THE WANDERLUST OF A
PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH
Much that goes nowhere is here with us to stay.
This lamp on the table, though it seems to be
swaying, it's not. In relative terms, realize, all
things are moving swiftly, falling through space,
a mad move towards nowhere, in a direction we
cannot really even call downwards or upwards.
Everything is relative. Timed bends as each
gravity-field along the way pulls, influencing
the fall, even if ever so slightly. I should, perhaps
just salute this lamp for standing to straight?