Reflections
Observing a street scene from point of high vantage
Is a reminder of something really quite outlandish
The people seen below are all purposefully scurrying about
But in reality they seem like ants do they not?
So take this scene and apply it much higher
Those selfsame ants that were seen on a street below
Are now invisible, not even ants any more
But they still harbor an illusion that is astounding
That they're the dominant force in an infinite cosmos
Which makes them godlike, well maybe almost
And like god, who it's not known if he's big or small
These delusional creatures, from afar, can't be seen at all
Maybe the universe isn't really infinite after all
It's the humans in it that are invisibly small
And god said he would create humans in his image
But no one knows God's image; is he a flea or maybe a partridge
The Higgs-Boson is called the god-particle that creates mass
It takes this particle to create things like brass or grass
But it's so small it can't be seen with an eye
Therefore placing an order is hard but give it a try
So if it's desired to create grass or brass
It's a tossup if the result is a sea of brass, or grassy bass
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2017
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