Reluctant Gravities 3

After bitter resistance the river unravels into the night, he says. Washes our daily fare of war out into a dark so deaf, so almost without dimension there is no word to dive from. Body weight displaced by dreams whose own lack promises lucidity so powerful it could shoot a long take to mindlessness. [41]

I can't distinguish gravity from grace, or other distortions of space. My now begins six billion years ago, when fish stretched their fins onto dry land, or forty, with breasts and monthly bleeding. Always already darkening, the way a sentence anticipates the period it will stiffen in. [44]

Eating from the Tree of Knowledge can't be undone. Only muddied, as by motivation. And the way you thrust out your belly as you walk, with almost shameless indifference, makes a void in the air, but no case for cosmic deceleration. [47]

Waldrop, Rosmarie. Reluctant Gravities. New Directions, 1999. ISBN: 0811214281.