Gravity

I opened the book
and saw each name:
something from nothing
quoted in bright red pain
Why? I thought
did the particles of dreams
swirl so gently in the air
like dying means
to a living end?
And who do we bend
to the repertoire of stares
bowing out from the lies
that once kept us unaware?
Escape from those covered eyes
motivated by the fear
that lay deep inside
buried within years
marked time, erased signs;
Hearts that know forever
and those molded in loss
can't cope with the gravity
of their unforgiving faults
I closed the book
and remembered each name:
nothing from something
I sighed in vain