Acceleration 

A distance from here to there is where I am.

Acceleration. 

Constraints and motion, and degrees of freedom. 

Time and gravity bring the up... down. A different kind of waking, walking into a different kind of sleep.

Here to there, and there again. And the next here is already gone. 

Free beams of density.

Free dreams where the center of percussion and the sweet spot are the same to amplify the false impressions, harmonic balance, constant speed along a circular path, radial, towards the center of the circle. 

Constantly changing. 

Tangential, the respected points of ambiguity lend them legitimacy, hung at the pivot point, where the center of oscillation is the position of the mass, the high mass of a simple pendulum. 

Imagine a dream suspended from a wire so that it can move freely as the wire disappears into the axis of rotation, the center of the dream. And the mass is falling in curved spacetime where things become more complicated since there is no straight line.

Curved manifolds. Motion and gravity breathe geodesic dreams, a relative acceleration, and the distance from here to there is still where we are.

Acceleration