Grand Design
I feel like I’m floating
Through a cloud of gas particle
Deluxe.
Electric orbits playing catch,
While silently I contemplate such theoretical
Existence.
Energy flowing like a circle in symmetry;
A silent entropic increase bends all
Meaning.
Orbit pulling influences go unnoticed;
Subliminal linearity continues to delude us
Unnoted.
I feel pulled and stretched in quantum time,
But relativity does not roll
Dice.
A strong and weak fusion controls our elation,
While the unconscious nuclear pilgrims’ continue on in
Patience.
Determined existence yet muonically random;
What a strange “grand design” we live in,
Yet…
Orbits on
Unnoted.
Copyright © Adam Hollingsworth | Year Posted 2011
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