Perhaps tis a question for the scientific mind.
No less the of quantum, or the singularity of a black hole
Dazzling words right there!
But for now it would rather be generous
to let the poet, the one not bound by only 3 dimensions
to tag along
perhaps the string theory can stare a little?
and that regards to our beneficence
we can shuffle this bottomless chasm of wonder
and in 5 lines, a chatter to let us ponder?
'if the life (forces) favors stability,
is the fleshen body the ideal vessel?"
Surely no beauty is endowed to the nightly darkness
but the glow of the moon,
if not the chaos, thievery,
of the endless longing for a sunrise
And the biologist is continuously left shattered.
A marvelous set of chaos
Yet distinct and orderly to give rise to an individual
a shift in an electron density,
a sudden flip of an atom
and suddenly the SHH calls to the furthest of the cells
the neural ridge has formed, and seconds later, something much more complex
Tis the brain, and the mind
Formed of the flippin and flippin atoms
as they adjust to the gravitons
and the sugars that align in perfect stereochemistry
giving rise to the L and Ds.
The questions are many for the poet
but in honor of such endowment
it's worth a single statement for the scientist.
The body is marvelous, in perfect entropy
yet it's so delicate and frivolous
perhaps not by unity, but by the disunity
for surely cells know not of themselves
and when left in nature that it so claims
it rots in utmost disgust.
Bigger things must grow, while small things must rage out in revolt
perhaps like a black hole?
perhaps
perhaps like a blackhole?