A Tale of Cosmos - Part 2
the Universe, a self-defining everything
but then, what of the Cosmos wherein we all dwell?
that big bang blast, forever on a far-flung fling
from beyond and within which, lurks heaven and hell
gargantuan pile-up, a collision of four
ephemeral figments; can they really be real?
or like drugs and religion at perception's door
strange phantom shapes swirl around and regale
but there is method in madness, science and hope
there are leaps to imagine, refute and confirm
more dreams in philosophy than mystical dope
from below and above, there is light to discern
like quantum uncertainty, light flickers down deep
as dim microwave background imprints the sky
with inflated fluctuations that let us take a peep
at the character of Cosmos and the question why
more questions of time, of the before and after
of the the nature of boundary, the shape of space
does Cosmos have siblings to join the laughter
and what of the parents, is there even a trace?
sub-universe islands in parallel dimension
many-world solutions or division at source
multiverse plethora, too many to mention
whilst down in the jungle, monkeys have "branes" of course
furiously typing, they have weird stories to tell
black and white worm holes through the fabric of space-time
naked singularities down gravity's well
mad virtual particles waving two-faced rhyme
what can the matter be with fermion display?
baryons race round on large hadron collider
a maniacal meson streaks on her cosmic ray
as ***** quarks they wriggle and wiggle inside her
forces foregather, carrier bosons assemble
they are weak and strong and electromagnetic
look out for gravitons in deep layer tremble
and for throngs of 'anti's' so short lived and hectic
hard to pin down, gravity is ever so grave
it works well on top but then not on the bottom
quantum mechanics have lost their grip on this knave
squeeze relativity, they end up with flotsam
we continue to search for theories of everything
but as our knowledge grows so we seem to know less
order from chaos, eleven-dimensional string
but scientific method is bound to impress
shows shadowy figures emerging back stage
massive dark matter, galactic wove-weaving weft
supercluster filaments of incredible age
quiet cosmological constant, so crafty and deft
dark energy pressure, a spontaneous froth
when Einstein met this one, his mistaken mistake
for empty space vacuum expands like bubbling broth
accelerating Cosmos, seems real not fake
let's measure the temperature, hot or cold
from the time big bang, fiery frenzy of heat
to near absolute zero, spread thin and so old
as stars whimper out and have very cold feet
our enemy entropy, remorseless build-up
heat and information, must it all dissipate?
but let us drink wild elixir, fill up the cup
then push positive feedback before it's too late
watch stars spring from nurseries to nurse their own brood
by these bright young lights Cosmos knows it's around
infant intelligences with novel thoughts for food
we are its star stuff, so let's not snuff out our sound
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