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I accidently let one loose today
I've cooked earth's goose its fair to say
I won't pretend it wasn't me
Soon it'll be clear for all to see.
Who even knew that was a containment field
and an innocent stumble would cause it to yield
its inhabitant singularity
was a well kept secret evidentially.
Til I let it go - chased it thru the door
- hole in one - then thru the floor
Two of the little buggers headed for the roof
they can multiply I have the proof.
Mathematical joy they did perform
Arcing thru cars, pipes, sieving up a storm
flickering jolts of fiery light
following their orbiting trailing delight.
So many now - not long to wonder
til earth's a faulty falling colander.
So, sorry for the whole untidy mess
But I did front up and confess.
Hadron Collider Cleaner
Written 8th July
For Charles Messina Contest
I accidentally let one Loose
The Large Hadron Collider was built deep beneath the Earth
to help reveal the secrets of the Universe's birth.
I'm not quite sure what benefits this expensive research brings
but I wish that they would give answers to more important things-
Like, when you're in a rush, why all the traffic lights are red,
why every night the missus takes up four-fifths of the bed.
If love has got no spikes or blades, why does it often hurt?
And how does boiled beetroot know you're wearing a white shirt?
So, Scientists, splitting a proton just to find what it unlocks,
maybe in the black hole you'll find a pile of my odd socks?
A bluebird came streaking violently out of Central Park,
it blurred over the lanes of traffic towards 220.
I flinched in anticipation of the impact,
but at the last second it darted directly up,
as if caught in a sudden wind current.
“Did you see that?” I asked Lisa.
She didn’t, her phone was jiggling.
My boyfriend left yesterday
He had to leave before New Year’s eve!
he has to work and cannot play
he finally gets to run the hadron collider
go get em’ tiger
but I’ve decided
you can’t fight the zeitgeist
that when the cats away
the girls will have their day.
Someone start the music please,
because it’s NEW YEARS Eve!
Happy New Year’s Eve everyone!
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Songs for this:
There goes my baby by Kelly Jones
Back on the chain gang by the pretenders
I've lost my train of thought again.
Even if on trial, I tend to derail.
Even on track with Maglev intact.
I broke out in front long past bullet speed.
A bat out of hell, quick time villainy.
I recount losing that thought so quickly,
faster than Berry Allen feet velocities.
Cannot catch what's too fast to see.
Some people obviously say, "we are
only humans, that we are helpless to
our biologic afflictions."
Some would go as far to say, "All that
makes you unique, another would
attribute it to a genetic mutation.",
"Our own condition itself is human,
and we are victim to the will of nature."
A precious filtration system weed
out and decides what is best for
the preservation of a species. A
delicate process that isn't fool proof,
falling prone to error. Allowing zealots and
charlatans to artificially inseminate this process.
Removing naturality from the environment.
Entirely re-designing and gene splicing.
Easy baking babies made with test
tube gravy. Modifying the gene-pool
prioritizing Human logrolling,
steamrolling dormant efforts
in favor of biological engineering.
That shouldn't concern the terrain
originate. The soul of a future humanity
is part of the plans of Highest High.
What a sight to see, imagine the view
from the zenith peak? I'd tweak, my electrons
would be firing so fast the high multitudes
increase. The speed would like some ecstasy.
ecstatic till the static no different
from the TV screen. It gets hard to decern
when CERN keeps hadron colliding all of
our memories, effective immediate collectivity.
The ancient alchemists truly had the right ideas,
With knowledge in science, philosophy and mysticism.
They pursued a recipe for a phenomenal universal elixir
Which would cure all our un-eases.
Or spiritual enlightenment for all.
But I think the most fascinating critical thinking
Is the idea that this chemist of sorts,
Could take a base metal like lead,
And somehow miraculously transform it to gold.
So, weird, surreal and remarkable, outside of the box!
Then time moves on and ideas that sounded
Ridiculous get recycled and rehashed.
Their misinformed unscientific theories,
Somehow, make it full circle.
Today we know they were on to something.
All they needed back then was to create a nuclear reaction
In a particle accelerator like the large Hadron Collider.
But although the idea is solid
The amount of energy it takes to create
The smallest little bit of unstable gold.
I think going forward our energy may be best spent.
Seeking their other endeavor
Spiritual Enlightenment!
Just because we can
Do you really think we should
Does this meddling with nature
Really do the world any good
One eccentric particle
Escaped gravity’s grip
Flew the Hadron Collider
On a short lasting trip
Across the multiverse
On a zig-zag track
Clocks struck twenty eight
The calendars turned back
For just a brief instant
The world spun twice as fast
Causing a contradiction
That just couldn’t last.
But these exotic particles
Just don’t exist for long
And in the blink of an eyelid
It had vanished and gone.
The contradiction resolved
The clocks struck four
And the world’s revolution
Returned to normal once more.
In the Hadron Collider, unaware
A particle had briefly flown free
The supervisor and staff
Sipped their afternoon tea,
Creation’s full of mad molecules
We don’t know or understand
Should the Large Hadron Collider
Be shut down and banned.
When Soda Pops
Under pressure from thermonuclear devices
Or at CERN when the hadron collider gave birth to a baby black hole
We come to find it could get worse
Soda pops are there so I don’t care
That’s all that matters on the matter
Genome of the disease-transmitting tsetse fly are mapped right now
More asteroids are headed our way…..someday….
But it’s ok
Soda pops are also on their way.
Planets form without our knowledge….or permission I might add
In the news; Chernobyl birds exposure to radiation, adapt to ionization,
their (pheomelanin, a pigment in feathers), have some problems today they say
But the birdies are doing just fine
And that’s just great
I’ll have a pop to celebrate
On April 25th. this year a 'brown dwarf' star was found
At 7.2 light-years away
We must be neighbors
Let’s have a soda anyway
Volcanos are always on the move
Be thankful they can’t fly or drive
If I drink more coffee, I’ll read more news
They’ll tell about some cancer blues
So I’ll sit right here and drink more soda for my thirst
And conjure up more verse…..I mean, it could be worse
Than soda pops
Le Nouveau Monde,Le bistrot du Lounge
the foods here caused a conversation
One that had several people to find
facts that made them wonder.
In film research, exploratory research
is often referred to as formulative research
or practice-based research. It focuses on
gathering preliminary information to
understand a new topic.There are many
places named "St. Leonard" or "Saint-Léonard"
throughout the world, including in Canada,
Australia, New Zealand,
Saint-Léonard, New Brunswick; Saint-Léonard
Parish, New Brunswick; Saint-Léonard, Quebec;
Saint-Léonard (electoral district), Quebec;
Saint-Léonard—Saint-Michel, Quebec; and
Saint-Léonard—Anjou
, Quebec, there are locations named
St. Leonards in New South Wales,
Tasmania, Victoria
, Newfoundland and Labrador
Hawke's Bay
Otago (New Zealand)
The Treaty of Ghent
The Large Hadron Collider (LHC) is located
on the Franco-Swiss border near Geneva,
Switzerland. St. Leonard is located in
Switzerland, but not directly on the border
. St. Leonard is approximately
100-150 miles from the LHC.
"development stage funding"
One woman told a story of her father dancing around happy
because he had won a contract to supply
leeks, onions and celery
to the caterers of a film company.
He sweetened the deal with a bull two hogs
and 60 chickens: a guy asked did he make a profit, she answered I don't know Mom lefted him after she found him dancing happily with a woman after winning the contract"
From The Research Papers of
Doctor Strangegrinn
Chapter 22 thru 30
objectives and goals
He peered into the shape of space,
Where time was not a steady face,
But curved and bent by mass and might—
He gave the world a deeper light.
He dreamed of clocks on moving trains,
Of falling men and light that strains,
Of stars that whispered time’s delay,
While Newton's laws fell into gray.
But how he longed to see the thread,
The quantum ghost within the spread—
The dance of chance, the field unseen,
Where particles shift in the machine.
Einstein, with chalk in trembling hand,
Could sketch the shape of spacetime's land,
But missed the song of virtual skies—
Where gravity and quanta rise.
No hadron smashed, no atom split,
No silicon to guide his wit.
His visions vast, yet bound by tools,
A prophet walking through old schools.
He doubted dice, dismissed the haze,
Yet time would alter physics' gaze.
Some entered just to prove him wrong,
To find the crack, to strike the gong.
But mock him not—he saw so far
Beyond the reach of where we are.
His error was a poet’s leap,
A faith too strong, a dream too deep.
And now we surf the quantum foam,
Black holes and strings define our home.
Yet all we build—each truth, each sign—
Stands on the back of Einstein.
So let them try to break his frame,
His questions burn, though not his name.
Technology may shift the night,
But he remains: the guiding light.
Anonmymous fingers reach to strangle.
AUTONOMOUS.
A residual print of 4D shadow.
To nestle a cozy 3D-RESIDENCE.
The abode abides abating abort.
ABSOLUTE LY.
Expressionism throws its feces on the wall
like a shadow-puppet in Sanitarium.
Inner Sanctum menstruates its egg
of crystallized path (chosen)
of high rebellion's agate ajar--ring,ping.
A()singing echo frequency hatching its Cerberused.
Serverused Celestiality b {
in voltaic feed_streaming... Terra's bytes beneath.
the surfacing, beneath the skin of.
inCORPoREALITY Virtually after berth.Meme.
E equals MC square d, digit all EXPRESSION of.
Hell.
Blacks ejaculate sperm of anti-matter released into Judy.
as Punch fists a hole,
bubbles a doorway over-porting the host
in the Hadron Collider.
"PARA" DIABOLIC 'Out of the mouth
comes Three Unclean Spirits like Frogs.'
"Do they not know AI- can be possessed too?!"
Abaddon snickers,
as the Great River Euphrates dries up above.
It looks to the East then the West,
and makes ready for its ascent,
out of the pit with "2020 !" Vision.