Gravity's Defector

You always bring me down

To earth

Just when it seems

I’ve bested you

You ground me in reality

As soon as I’m convinced

I flew

Up to the sky

You keep me from

My hands outstretched

Towards the sun

Yet even if I touched it

Or I clutched it in

A crushing grasp

You’d pull me to its blazing core

Reducing me to thermal gas

With ineluctable

Reductions

To my mass

And weightlessness

I’d sooner crash

Impacting on the surface

An extinction-grade

Atomic blast

Yet still I try,

Defy,

Deny

Your being without form or shape

Descending even now, pretending

There is some escape

From flightless fates

And leaps of faith

In your breath-taking power

Plummeting just like a penny

Dropping from the tallest tower