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from google




you are the physics of my world …


1.


the random sparks of infinitesimal neurons,

the random chaos of the vast cosmic beyond,

the random tugs of quantum strings,

have somehow,

incredibly swirled,

bringing your completeness into the vacuum of my world.


2.


these apparently random machinations, of this universe of possibilities,

has defied all permutations of chance,

to coalesce for us,

now,

today,

as we share our brightly blazing celestial dance.


3.


words escape me, there is no explanation,

to describe the meeting of our twin souls,

there is no hypothesis that I am able to construct,

that fuels these passions, these desires, these feelings that skywards into the heavens erupt.


4.


these atoms and quarks and gluons, bind us together in the most unscientific way,

they exude feelings impossible to explain,

love, for instance,

and a love as deep and abiding and true as ours,

is impossible to understand, even if we tried, spending years and countless hours.


5.


now my love of felines brings me to schrödinger and his deadalive cat,

for unlike dear schrödinger I can say with utmost certainty, that in that box my love for you,

is alive, and ever so true.


6.


all the dark matter, that is postulated to roam the entirety of space,

cannot dim the light of the stellar blaze of our star of love,

our sun that radiates gloriously, from the deepest recesses of our heart, from our magnetically interlinked place. 


7.


all the talk of black holes not allowing light to flee,


comes not closer to the raging cauldron of our shared togetherness,


as we lay blanketed by the heavens above that envelope you, and that cloak me.


8.


the distance of light years are bridged so effortlessly, so easily traversed between you and I,


merging our love, our own supernova lighting the unfolding years we have yet to face,


roaring like a furnace, hewn into the very fabric of our innerspace ..

 

from google

the physics of love 

made of starstuff*, you and i, the random crossed paths of our orbits, reaching deeper into the quarks and gluons that bind us together, tiny strings, weaving a tapestry of oneness.

made of starstuff, you and i, intertwined synapses flowing through neural networks, somehow, in the ways of the cosmos, fusing these two beating hearts together.

made of starstuff, you and i, the unfathomable meeting of mind and soul, beyond the knowable, yet forging the knots, linking us in an unending entanglement of distilled love.

made of starstuff, you and i, the touch of our lips, the feel of our heartbeats, the brushing of our fingertips, remaining so inexplicably unquantifiable,
and felt,

so deeply immeasurable.

         _______________
( * inspired by Dr. Carl Sagan and by Dr. Neil deGrasse Tyson )

The Standard Model

‚ÄčThe Standard Model …





bygone kisses

hungry breaths



all

our

lives



all

our

loves



all just

a couple

of particles


like

me and you

as we model



standardly

entrenched



and

as we

strum

plucking strings


while

hearts go busily about

rearranging things




as

particles do

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i am scared, because a Jo'burg thunderstorm is raging

she needs some Carl Sagan, during a Jo’burg rainstorm … … … 🐹‚úĆ

for more on ‘The Demon-Haunted World’ by Carl Sagan:

http://www.amazon.com/The-Demon-Haunted-World-Science-Candle/dp/0345409469

the subtle constant of mathematics.

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rigorous proof.
simple. constant. real.

not this implausible charade,
illogical masquerade,

all our perambulation,
wasted wordy navigation,

our tottering,
our swaying,

our constant need,

to believe,
clinging onto inexplicable human need,

the belief in fantasy:

fantasy as staple nutrition,
upon which our collective illusions, and delusions,

continally feed

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the illusion of control

the illusion of control …

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… so, life happens,
our infinitesimal plucking of strings,
somehow brings,
an idea, a glimmer of hope,
of control, an illusion really,

of just sort of kind of knowing on the whole,
just how the paths we dream up, are to be tread,

and so,

we weave, we dance,
oblivious to the fickle whims of chance,

we joust, parrying jabs,
picking at wounds,
scratching under scabs,

seeking this, that, whatever,
speeding on highways bound for never,

wearing our hearts on our sleeves, baring all, unashamed,

emotional sentimentality fluttering amongst dead autumn leaves,
starkly transparent,

yearning for that early ache,
that wondrous sensuality of synapses, sparking,
inflaming that early rush,

leaving me numbed,
in my shallow sewer, impotent and dumbed,

wasting away, lost in the well,
where no pebble ripples back

      ___________________

(brb)

(got to let the cat out for reasons only the cat knows)

     ___________________

so where we,
before the cat’s bells began to tinkle,
thankfully not toll,

ah yes,

the illusion of control … …

for Dr. Carl Sagan
1934 – 1996

embers …

embers
sear

our open sky

rippling strings
bound together

like
falling stars
strumming
murmured melodies

emblazoned across shared tapestries

alive with colours

earthy
and
green

softening the stings
of all that was

all that is

all that has been

the duality of time …

time
erodes

loves lives hearts
souls spirits selves …

time
mends

wounds
souls

a salve
a balm

knowing
in the end

there is always

only

stillness
silence

peace
calm

The Standard Model …

The Standard Model …

bygone kisses
hungry breaths

all our lives
all
our
loves

all just
a couple
of particles

like
me & you
as we model

standardly
entrenched

and
as we
strum
plucking strings

while
hearts go busily about
rearranging things

as
particles do

wishy-washy happy-clappy weekend blah-de-blah …

the essence of your soul
distilled

in a drop of pure rainwater

an equilibrium

the celestial gyrations of intersoular desires

the
essential elements drawn mystically together

the quantum realms of loves past and emotions lost

memories like cigarette burns

tease
at first

then
trickle
and
smoulder

and crash
like splintering cutglasss

in every universe
ever inhabited

in each drop
of each tear

falling to the living earth

absorbing the spirits of past bygones

karmic destiny
predestined theatre

who’s left to tell

but yourself

gently subtly soothingly
cleansing your mind

at rest
at long last

having found the truth
within you

a truth that seemed so distant once

so elusive

yet always
resided within you

always
embedded so
deep

always remaining
so perenially
pure

and eternally so

oh-so-very
so very true …

for Carl ….

for Dr. Carl Sagan
( 1934 – 1996 )

when you visited us each week,
                    stirring wonder in all,

billions of synapses fired,
         or according to my teachers at the time,
         misfired!

        

                           and yet you comforted us,
                          your reason,
             logic,
                       and,

                dedication to the facts and always,
         
                              always
            to the science,
               and to science,

mentored us.

… and so as you left us here on this pale blue dot,

                you still live in the starstuff,

the stuff of life,
                                     mingling with the infinite depths of the cosmos,
                     
                      and as you taught us,
                          that there are more stars in the universe than all the grains of sand on all the beaches of earth,

                               still your vision lives within us all,
                       a testament to your humanism,
                    your genius,
             your warmth and all that you left behind,

& that, that humanity of yours,

             shall live on in the imagination of this speck of starstuff,
                as it floats,
                on the vastness of the great cosmic ocean …

( dedicated to the memory of Dr. Carl Sagan )

              

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