When Gravity Stopped ©2011 Gary Clifford Gibson (a poem)

Thus space hath infinite dimensions
soft construction’s numbered places
directions in which time lives and moves
counterfactual to nothing
flow sheets of mass-energy
restless

When slick shut down gravity
the colors lost wavelengths like water color paintings
tossed into a river of dimensions without boundary
where stellar fusion fires fizzled
why galaxies drizzled into clouds of atoms
before black holes unraveled running backwards

Uniformed constellations left now
a Universe drifting apart
never contracting things into being
super-clusters of galaxies without even entropy for dispersion
drawn away toward infinite dimensional scuppers illogically
within a Hooverized economy.