When Gravity Quit

The stars don’t twinkle, they stomp and glare,
The sky's on the ground, the grass in the air.
Clouds drift below like rivers wide,
While fish take flight and eagles hide.

The sun sleeps in, the moon takes its place,
Nighttime arrives with a golden face.
Water flows upward, trees grow beneath,
Mountains kneel, and valleys breathe.

People don’t talk, they hum in rhyme,
Clocks count backward, rewinding time.
Doors walk sideways, walls turn thin,
A house can giggle, a book can grin.

Toast lands butter-side up with grace,
Shoes walk themselves, untied, no lace.
Mirrors reflect what never was,
And echoes whisper just because.

If gravity’s gone, should we let go?
Drift to the stars, see where we’ll flow?
Or hold on tight to a world askew,
And dance like the upside-down do?