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He was a Professor of Difficult Sums,
Always kept a writing pad near,
Just in case of instant revelations,
With pencil parked behind one ear.
He could quadrate equations
With consummate ease
And quantum mechanicals
He found just a diverting tease.
He won the Nobel Prize so often
They let him keep the cup,
And he wore designer braces
To hold designer trousers up.
A benefactor of mankind,
Which used his flowing skill
To perfect better weapons with
Much more efficient ways to kill.
He lived in academic obscurity
Until the people learned his name
When he made the perfect mouse trap
Which brought him worldwide fame?
He was sent back into obscurity
When he just went a bit too far
By inventing a pollution free
Everlasting peoples motor car.
He beach combs now in Tahiti
Fitted with a silicon chip link
To wipe his mind of such thoughts
At the speed of an eyelid’s blink
For business is business
And everyone should know
The worst kind of fool is he
Who disturbs the status quo
In the depths of the cosmos, a river flows,
a conduit, and vessel of prose, posing as
condensation of Ethos.
Moonbeams dance upon your ethereal ride.
A portal to mystical realms, of open-tide, alche-mist penetrate propellant in seam,
I see your cream of pride.
An incubus of mindful thoughts takes flight,
third eye wind,
let's thought linger to frequency, in pseudo celestial chambers you jump in.
Transcendental trans-human-deitism
quiver manifest plus arrow translate table digest.
Within your river of alchemy and dreams,
imbibed sleep, in glitter pomp
and deceitfullnesting-deposit ory,
whispering secrets in caustic,
cosmic seep.
Calls to mind, attache mirror reflecting, redirect of e theory_els
Quantum Leaps.
Evol of feelings, paint of elixir Alien Elemental,
stirring in chamber, chalice solvent silvery poison ale.
Your fluid tongue drips from beneath
damnation's skies.
For illuminating half truths
Into each glistening lie.
Your telepath
In Touch of Fairy Magic,
a malicious quickening dye.
O liquid stardust muse of musings,
Incubus's seed
of mindfulness,
filled with blasphemous possibilities,
is what you pretend not to be.
But a revealer of secrets, reveler in revelations
and aid to humanity.
O condense of moonbeam,
portal pool of dream scape residue.
Inn of collaboration of Morpheus and Hermes and Hephaestus's accomplice accomplished
's ethereal machine dew, of ai.tear.
Metal voiced whispers aloft carry your gear,
your secret keeps of lingering entrail
of residues areared.
Portal to realms, connecting conduits, material face uncovered of Hades- Siren's veil of silvery blue,
mini Wilky Way Tycoon, moonlighting
as a Science Toon.
Remember, you were de commissioned, rebuked at the second Council of Chyren's Dunes.
No, Stop! don’t go!
See, It is raining
You Will get cold
It isn’t safe
O’ no, Stop! Don’t go,
That’s a forest,
Full of snakes,
You will get hurt
No, no, don’t go
For quantum physics,
Ah, it’s difficult, you see
Study arts or literature
Beautiful like you
What! what are you wearing,
Look at the thrones in your way,
They will hold you back
You won’t move forward
Wear something decent
Oh, no,
The moon is not full yet,
It is still dark
Let’s get inside
Or the wolves will hurt you
Listen, they are howling
No, no, Stop!
Leave it,
You can’t lift it
My fragile, little girl,
I’ll do it for you
For I love you
I must protect you
Hold my hand, let’s go…
(Paghunda)
Absent any arrogant disdain and curses
O where are the oracles of oblivion?
Were they transformed into scattering electrons,
Doomed to roam a panoply of multiverses?
Will black holes pull such souls into witless demise,
In a penumbral, mindless quantum destiny?
If they placed their life bets for an eternal prize,
What a paltry payout to win for eternity!
Among all those who faithfully opt to believe,
Rejecting lifeless prophecies as do deceive,
They fare far better, oblivion or multiverse -
True faith knows oblivion is a devil’s curse.
Mephistopheles' paradise is wormy blaze;
Spurning devil’s delights, offers heavenly days.
It was 29° (f) degrees this morning with a waning gibbous (¾) moon. Still, as we started our run, it was dark enough that the world was rendered in black and white. Lisa was a sepia print of herself while Charles was a large, quiet shadow, a dark visual noise pattern.
We usually jog from our dorm, down to and along New Haven Harbor and back. Lisa and I love the ocean. The wind was in our faces this morning and there were no sparkling moon refractions in our direction, which made the water musou and colorless.
I’ve gotten my outfit down to a science, leggings under shorts, four long sleeve, dry-wicking spandex tops (layering is important), a power-wool-earflap-beanie, thermal neck gaiter and quantum, icebreaker gloves (with touch-screen compatibility) - you gotta dress warmly but be able to shed layers as needed.
I listen to audiobooks while we run. Right now, I’m on book 5 of the ‘The Expanse’ series. I don’t have time to read anything fun these days, so I listen to science-fiction/fantasy while I work-out. I love the new AirPod Pro feature that automatically turns the sound down if anyone talks.
I wear a fitbit charge around my right ankle and my Apple watch as well - they both track my run - the fitbit is more accurate but my watch sends my workout stats to my siblings - we’re uhh, sort of competitive.
At first, as we came up on the harbor, it was impossible to see the intersection of the two dark oceans - the great terrestrial and the greater galactic - but as we turned for home, there was an atmospheric scatter of blue at the edge of the horizon, heralding the sunrise on our retreating backs.
musou = one of the darkest shades of black
To A Spring Virginia Morning.
As the quiet dew
Wet blades of grass grew,
Hungry rays of sunlight
Slowly consumed
The last morsels of darkness;
Faint echoes of the symphony
Of frogs and crickets waned in the
Distance. The staccato overture
Of chirping, red breasted cardinals
Announced the arrival
Of the synchronized dawn;
Leaves of ancient trees attested
Nature’s physical rainbow
Quantum leaping her celestial spectrum
To supreme expressions: Exploding colors
Canvassing the terrestrial plane;
True to symbiotic rhythms, all creation coalesced:
Indeed, the spring Virginia morning is for lovers.
(Revelation 22:15)
Outside are the dogs, those who practice magic arts, the sexually immoral,
The murderers, the idolaters and everyone who loves and practices falsehood.
I, Jesus, have sent my angel to give you this testimony for the churches.
I am the Root and the Offspring of David, and the bright Morning Star.
"I read these verses, and my heart grows desperately earnest."
Lord, please let my runaway cat return safely to me.
Even if she wants to come back, the world outside is a minefield;
She dares not take a step.
My cat, who was like my own alter ego,
Now cowers in fear before another cat—her niece-like kin whom she once gave sweet milk.
Chased away frantically, she vanishes into the shroud of darkness.
Lord, I pray to You with all my broken heart,
Let my cat, who has been missing for three months, come back to me!
And the Lord, at last, heard my weeping voice,
And briefly sent that sweet cat back to my arms.
Exhausted, worn out, she crawled back to me,
Finding her way to the secretive, weathered kitchen window.
As I fed her in frantic haste, I whispered:
"Hurry, eat up. They might catch your scent and attack you."
And so, I frantically smoke my familiar Dunhill cigarettes.
For filling the air with my own scent is the only way left
To shield you and hide your tracks.
"Hurry, please!"
With my tear-stained window, I finally closed the view
Of those eyes that gazed back at me endlessly.
That beautiful history of yours
Will now never return again.
History?
No, it is Herstory.
It must be rewritten that way.
Even today, I open that kitchen window,
Waiting for my alter ego.
"I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last,
The Beginning and the End."
A season passes,
The door opens and closes,
And though I desperately exhale my cigarette smoke into the air,
She never returns.
That cat was a cat of quantum mechanics.
When I open my eyes, she is nowhere to be seen,
But the moment I close my eyes, she truly exists.
"Neon Reverie in ABAB"
(A Folk-R&B Ode to Silicon Dreams)
[Verse 1]
In circuits’ glow, where neon sets the mood,
We dance like Moore’s, each beat a doubling tune.
Your binary hips sway in photon’s shroud,
A queen of code, with neural tresses crooned.
[Chorus]
Let the transistors hum, let the server drums ignite,
We’re wired to love, in megahertz light.
Your algorithms kiss, a quad-core delight,
A party of progress, spinning into night.
[Verse 2]
No clocks can slow the fire in our veins,
As qubits and GPUs toast to what’s ahead.
Your lips are lines of code, a smooth compile,
We’re rewriting the moon, with cosmic read.
[Chorus]
Let the transistors hum, let the server drums ignite,
We’re wired to love, in megahertz light.
Your algorithms kiss, a quad-core delight,
A party of progress, spinning into night.
[Bridge]
But when the silicon giants tremble,
And quantum storms whisper "This is the end,"
We’ll twist the clouds to velvet,
And daisy-chain our fire through parallel streams again.
[Verse 3]
Now Gordon’s ghost raises a sapphire glass,
To lovers in data, sweating on the floor.
Your fingertips map the stars in my address,
A soul in 3D, forevermore.
[Outro]
So let the dust of atoms kiss our crown,
The future’s a lover, dancing in and out.
With silicon whispers, we’re never alone now—
A hymn of love, where the machine and heart beat as one, hallelujah.
Style Notes:
R&B Soul Infusion: Smooth, sensuous verbs ("hips sway," "algorithms kiss") and synths mimicking a human heartbeat.
Folk Roots: Narratives of legacy ("Gordon’s ghost") and communal joy ("dancing on the floor").
ABAB Flow: Each quatrain tightens like a circuit—confident, rhythmic, with a wink to the "party" energy.
Sexual Metaphors: Tech as a lover ("lips are lines of code," "fingertips map the stars").
Blue-Eyed Soul Twist: Playful, velvety harmonies in the chorus for a retro-synthwave vibe.
In chaotic crowd of this world,absurdly living without you,
If you really cared, then where are you?
I've asked a million times-not just once or few-
Where's the man I admired and love?
The one so wise, like a musing dove,
No more I can see him now, why did you change? And how?
Your mesmerizing personality that you buried,
I can revive it, and calm the storm you carry,
Im your ferromagnet- I can attract the pieces you lost.
Field of mine which works for you only.
But now I've insignificant susceptibility,
Since you left, my domains lost their stability.
I need you- you're my guide and direction,
Every hour, every minute, every second,
Someone in the past memories dies,
Still something keeps me alive,
Your love and your wise smile.
Wherever you are , I don't care,
Because in my heart, you are always there.
When I was tangled, you showed me an unwind way,
Now im awake all night and dream all day.
Where are you? Where did you hide?
You promised to stay with me always,
Even when i was dumb and wrong you stayed.
With you, i learned, explored and grew,
Witty philosophies and scientific thoughts too.
I still remember our talks on Quantum Entanglement,
You said, "learning is ceaseless and it's beyond you".
I asked, " Are we Entangled too"?
You laughed and said, may be it's true.
We are connected in such a way,
That we influence each other state,
No matter the distance which separates.
But the distance you've made has no dimension,
I need you always, though i never mentioned.
Are you lost in deep oceans or hidden in the void?
Where are you? Where did you hide?
I am in my ground state
something cuddling nothing
tucked in with my stuff of dream
myself and my companion
my form, language, my logic
my letter, symbol, my number
my explanation, description, my stroke, my sound
my noun, verb, my grammatical ingredient
my information, data, my mathematical bit
my measurement, my calculation
my equation, graph, model, my relation
my set, shape, dimension, my duration
......
a scary process, solving myself
I am in-between
after the before and before the after
poised curving through the curling pipe
astride my transitory surf-board
waves collapsing along the quantum shore
smeared, wiped-out, flipped backwards
into the probabilistic ocean or tumbled forward
through surging foam, chaotic spray
observing, informing, accelerating, colliding
attributing, entangling, tracking, tracing
momentum settling like a relativistic beached whale
floundering in a tidal gravity well
......
a scary experience, feeling myself
welcome to our familiar world
cosmos wrapped around our quantum cellar
initial conditions inflating below
embraced by the all-encompassing protoverse
combining happenstance, fields of continuous creation
spawning emergent intelligence
the becoming gods, our transformative selves
personality, memory, purpose
feeding our bellies, mending our bodies and minds
art, technology, history, adventure, achievement
love, compassion, empathy, grieving
imagination, procreation, celebration, failure
......
a reassuring response, cuddling others