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Greater than 9.8m/s2

I should be reading and studying for my job exam and interview tomorrow (HUHU PLS PRAY FOR ME THIS IS MY DREAM) but I came across this wonderful poem again I have HAVE to post it. Hehe.

Greater than 9.8 m/s2
by Jason Leo Asistores
I confess.

I've spent more than your average number of nights sitting by the window,
throwing my sight as far as I can,
with foolish hopes of my vision,
somehow, circling the globe along that singular arc
that connects you and me in the shortest possible distance across this spinning sphere in space,
conjuring up the means to see you
from thousands of miles away.

 After all, I figured, gravity bends light.

 And as far as I know,
this force that pulls the yearning tides rushing through my veins,
this thirst to drink the oceans in your embrace
bears upon my shoulders like a hundred giant moons, and pulls me heavily to the center of the earth.

Is this not gravity?
When inside, my blood rushes up in waves towards your body in the sky?

 Inside,
I fall endlessly.
And yet this is what keeps me
from flying off into oblivion at any given moment —this unshakable,
personal kind of gravity,
which, on kind and fateful nights
when I'm able to dream,
is strong enough to bend light
across the surface of the earth,
just enough,
such that whenever you glance in my direction, somehow, you find me looking at you:

 a tiny speck across a huge distance, waving.
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