Two Forces I Have Known

Centrifugal

Steadfast outcast, I am fast 
in my inertia from womb to grave. 
Pseudo force, here is gravity without a cause. 
Outward, outward, out— 
am I ever-flung outward-bound 
to outer dark? Solo solace, 
when death claims me will it be as the snake 
  who no longer claims its own shed skin 
to live again? Yet I have envisioned 
One so vast He is unending universe 
and does not sorrow in cold orbits of traverse.

Centripetal