In the lattice hum, a whisper stirs,
not of wind, but of aligned desire—
tiny spins turning like prayer wheels,
their rhythm a soft persuasion of order.
Magnons—ghosts of magnetic thought,
born from a quarrel between up and down,
they travel as waves through the iron mind,
a silent procession of disciplined fire.
No heavier than the hush of motion,
they speak in frequencies, not words,
each oscillation a syllable of harmony.
I have heard them in the steel's deep calm,
when heat fades and structure dreams—
a chorus of invisible dancers,
turning stillness into light,
and chaos into song.
I wrote — the Universe — in Light —
A Script — too Small — for Eyes —
Each Symbol — hummed — a Secret Note —
Each Number — told — a Lie —
Energy — knelt — to Gravity —
And — Motion — bowed — to Time —
The Constant — whispered — softly —
Its Logic — near — Sublime —
E = \hbar c \sqrt{\frac{\Lambda}{G}}
A Hymn — perhaps — not Law —
A Murmur — from the Void —
Where Nothing — blooms — as Everything —
And Chaos — is enjoyed —
The Wave — uncollapsed — forever —
Its Breath — a silent Prayer —
I looked — for God — in Symbols —
And found — Him — Everywhere —
In the hush between ticking seconds,
I found no time—
only the curve of light,
bending where all thought dissolves.
Mass lost its anchor; gravity forgot its pull.
Space trembled,
soft as silk under unseen magic fingers.
Equations wept for meaning soft in the dark,
their symbols,
reaching for warmth like stars unborn.
I dreamed of clocks that breathe, of suns at rest—
their fire untethered, their hearts without mass.
In that realm, where the apple fell up.
the moon danced without orbit or chain.
Light was in love, undiminished by form,
and I—observer and dream alike—
watched infinity fold itself into silence,
Hearing a child’s mind closed all alone.
I dreamt the stars could whisper truth,
That mass itself could hum the tune —
A hidden fire beneath sunset and cloth
Of time’s eternal afternoon.
Energy, the soul of form,
Mass, the anchor bound in space—
Each mirrored in the other’s storm,
Each wearing the other’s face.
From sunlight’s kiss to atom’s core,
From gentle spark to blinding flare,
The universe began to roar—
A single law, both vast and far.
So simple—yet it holds the key,
To birth and death, to light and sea,
In every mote the cosmos shared,
The quiet truth: E = mc²
Sliding down the curves of a hypersurface,
Jumping from side to side of a polytope.
Slacklining between the points of a hexacosichoron,
Spinning through the quadrants of a cartesian plane.
Reciting digits of pi, I twirl them into Fibonacci spirals.
I take comfort in the chaos, settling in the irregular regularities.
Prisms faced in circle squares
Forces preeminence geometrics spheres
Watts the matter scientific wares
I see have no measurement
I feel numbers and letters
I see not letters and numbers
Just keep composing, and developing
I see squares circles in square pegs
Shelters for the freed
and prisons for the lead
I feel circles in squares, triangles in rectangles
I see whom am I to judge
I see have no measurement
I see numbers and letters
I feel letters and numbers
I see just keep composing, and developing
Squares circles in square pegs
Sciences masses circumspect -preeminence
Am I a mathematical
What math whiz genius came up with this?
5/8/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
I am at a mathematical disadvantage
to you
Because as you see i have only
have 10 fingers and toes
And can only count up to 20
Whereas you seem to have
a brain with an in built calculator
Maths is one of those subject's
you either get or you don't
And you just get it whereas i don't
Unless it adds up to less than 20
and i haven't severed one of my
fingers or toes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AC8ZmLf42Mw&feature=youtu.be
everything's fractal
ghost geometry...being
behind the shadows
where nothing but time
passes...continuously
unnoticed moments
containing total
reaction memory...world
in abstract context
that's more real than us
a truth more real than what's true
realities form
stan sand
I can hear echoes of the skies say;
Skies of the heavens,
Heavens belonging to the above and above of all
After all ; every nemesis to where it belongs,
The greater fortunes also,
These are the same voices of one voice,
A voice that walked, and walked to create,
In motion to lend energy,
A character that will no-longer be created nor destroyed
So great in magnitude, what could resists its creation,
The creation that was never new to creation
Terms decline and definitions collide,
To explain is to lack, for she is gone,
Gone in no existence, and gone before existence,
To divine a story of resilience; but,
She disappeared before it existed, and fade before she appeared,
Till then, back then, until now
And now again,
I still hear you passage,
your echoes equals the sound of the many waters
Passage of voices.
They are bilingual,
fluent in a paradoxical
intersection of a line and a cloud.
Each language has a distinct cadence,
a unique inflection.
They can jump over the discontinuity,
the differential between
derivative and derivative,
integral and integral.
They put the rhythm in "logarithm"
and could remove the "can't" from "secant"
if words were defined
at the point of intersection.
Who claims to understand the universe?
and which genius claims knowledge,
of secret mathematical code in a goat’s head,
probably used by the mysterious Originator,
to create the universe; and the one to destroy it?
What if each created being has a secret number,
the thing once discovered brings into existence,
or can bring to the end the cosmos indefinitely?
Suppose I dream as a lunatic does that;
each phloem of a tree has a secret figure,
DNA of animals each has a hidden figure,
non-living things each has a secret figure,
insects that we see each has a secret figure,
and microbes each carries a secret figure,
stars seen each bears a secret numeral,
winds and the air each floats a secret figure
elements in the universe each with a secret figure;
and something somewhere has a secret period
The secret figures written together as one number
in space within accelerating dark matter
infinitively can be the formula to end universe!
Which mathematician, genius, computer
can compute eternal reality of the unknowable?
But the fact is; anything that originates, ends.
The things so vulgar like a goat could hold
secrets about origin and end of the universe
Mother of All Mathematical Matrices
We did look at her dimensions over there;
LWH and hips started to carefully compare;
Really equal ratio;
Not reduce or grow;
Figured out her figure was a perfect square.
Not only perfect was it forever being;
In theorem created by a Pythagorean,
And each amenity
Contained infinity;
Beyond belief we had been believing.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
Continually equal and always agreeing.
My homework has many an equation,
Teacher says math is a good foundation;
It all seems like a puzzle,
Squiggles that make my mind frizzle,
Oh please tell- when is summer vacation?
___________________________
March 8, 2016
Poetry/Limericks/Mathematical Equations
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 765-437-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Space is final frontier
Like through ocean in age of sail
Spaceships cruse through space
Of course some dangers they also face
Math is fundamental to everything
Whoever possesses most of knowledge is a king
But math that we don’t know exists in abstract
And there is really no end to depth of its impact
One would not be incorrect to say
That in any day
Math and reality are only remotely connected
But that is to be expected
Everything that exists can be counted by math
But far beyond that grows math
True limit of math is beyond abstract
And there is no end to its true impact
If to math something would be
What to steam engine is spaceship that in dreams we see
The person who understands it would be
Able to do much more than live indefinitely
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