Thoughts On the Physical World and Life
How finely tuned this world the great machine
Precise: its programme code, and never changing
Immutable equations writ Boolean
Determine every nuance of arranging
The scene before my eye showed clear mutation
Dull Green and brown to bright and glistening white
The signal for this magic transformation
A predetermined level Fahrenheit
Yet there’s another factor to this drama
With impact more self-willed and variegated
That may drive this abundant diorama
I speak of life: each form reiterated
Regardless of the source from whence it came
Life creates fields, partakes in the great game
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