The Physics of Poetry, Geology of Truth
A poem’s like a snapshot of a quantum state of mind!)
where sharper image obfuscates the artist in the pix.
Reflections always backward; Man’s goals crippled from the start
for poetry’s a quest that rhymes with matters of the heart.
Dark matter’s hard to credit with the gravitas it owns.
Its mass eclipses stars that span the universe we see,
yet stars accelerate not toward but from their mass (how odd)
like leaves that scatter out before a storm announcing God.
The things we see will rarely count, the truth is seldom kind,
a chessboard’s global weighting’s what’s essential to life’s mix.
Let’s say Earth’s Flood’s the “Gospel Truth,” where’s water now, my friend?
Are snowbound poles Earth’s past Flood’s bones, their melted form, life’s end?
It’s not enough and won’t suffice, but let no one throw stones
(while Science just approximates, the Bible’s poetry!)
The wells, a desert hides, can save us from what makes us vain,
and lessons that life wants to share ‘join at the hip’ with pain.
21st of January in 2022
Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2022
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