Gravity’s Blueprint

The pull begins unseen,

a hush beneath the floor.

Weight gathers in silence,

drawing all things closer.

Scaffolds creak,

arches lean,

yet nothing is random.

Every beam, every brick,

placed with quiet intention.

What appears to tumble

is only alignment

stones rolling where

they were always meant to rest.

The pattern hides in plain sight:

gravity sketches the blueprint,

architecture obeys.

Each silence is a load-bearing wall,

each absence a doorway.

What seems collapse

is the curve of design,

a spiral carved to carry

weight without breaking.

So the structure rises,

precisely as planned,

each angle inevitable,

each fall a foundation.

And when the shape is revealed,

it will not surprise

only confirm

what was written in the pull

all along.

The gravity was designed and architected not chaos all along…