Over (August 2014 rewrite)

Time’s gravity drags. Try resisting.
Look up at things appearing

as real as any moving thing can be -

defy their death.

Rooms change when eyes shed tears;

what if they welled, burst open windows,
smashed down doors? I'd race upstream
to breaking points and fix things.

We hold on as we must, keep things that have occurred -

things that followed all the rules; we know

they only did what was allowed - like corpses,

shaking them to kid ourselves they stirred,

mapping them to re-engage the flow.