Quantum Gravity My Ass!

by Richard Tornello

Time’s clock constrained,
Albeit an illusion and mentally framed.
Still, by gravity’s pull from the seat of this mass
So my brain is older than my feet, but my ass?
What about my ass?
Must it be half the age
Of one, or the other, or both, plus or minus on some gauge?
Standing right side up, or upside down,
Depending too up on this rock so round
one is standing on in the here and now.