While others ponder, pour over the vagaries of a love letter:
‘I will be with you, whatever.’
The PM of the New Dawn day: house-bound and partially gagged
stumbles over ISLA
In quantum time / space an electron with negative capability
takes time out – once removed – to attempt conviction
with the Keats-Heidegger particle but fumbles over
the Laws of Attraction.
This only conflicts and contradicts and confuses covalence.
The proton mob keep on keeping on and up
with the optimistic spin doing the rounds
but all the gush and zeal feels
strangely carried away
circular in reasoning soon helium-filled, ballooned and jettisoned.
Heisenberg calculates predictions measurably unpredictable –
please do approach all facts-statistics with caution
we know where you’re going with this or when
just not both
A neutron – nonplussed, undetonated, remains stable and out-of-it.
The quarks speak in tongues of Latin:
Ergo… Ipso Facto… Quad est demonstrandum…
(it’s simply about action in the real face of inaction)
The rest of the time was just unfulfilled space:
wrinkled, curved, flattened.
And more of the same
space left unanswered
to the question of what is space
in the face of more space?
Who fills the space?
Nature abhors a vacuum
is left as an afterthought
Back in the cosmic
the slip is barely noted on the back benches.
Equilibrium restores equanimity through the purity of calculation
(this is mastered without paradox or tautology).
Rhetoric glissades with the usual / unusual economy of tenor and tone;
sycophants internally genuflect.
The PM of the New Dawn day continues all-composed shallow density
riding the gravitas train of thought-up depth that fails to sink the shimmer of narcissus,
all sense of statement runs off
as is was
under due care and process unflinching in rote banality
saying nothing challenging in ways that nearly never almost matter.