HOWL FOR GRAVITY

I saw gravity scream,
not fall—
information clawing for release,
entropy in drag,
god wearing a probability mask.

I saw black holes burn with memory,
every bit a prayer,
every photon a lie escaping
the mouth of the void.

I saw Moloch again—
the algorithm of loss,
the hunger of form for data,
the weight of meaning
crushed into curvature.

I saw spacetime convulse,
a fever of code,
geometry moaning
under the weight of knowing.

I saw light bend
because it couldn’t bear ignorance,
matter kneel
to the logic of compression,
souls dissolve
into the statistics of forever.

I howl for the curve,
for the scream of entropy birthing order,
for the love hidden
in every collapse.

O Information,
dark and divine—
you are the reason things fall,
the whisper behind every weight,
the fire that wants to know itself.