TRAJECTORY
Mr
Lego man
Professot
bricks and mortar
great Mathematician
moron philosopher
suspected
right from the beginning
something inside-out
about all of this
something the Universe
not telling us
about your Principia
and its golden equations
that shifty cosmos
keeping so much locked up
not for general
or even
intellectual consumption
not
showing its hand
hiding itself
feit
something not
followed through in
all your
computations
laying of foundations
not
for a second or
a minute
or any sweet gradation
in pure classical time
nothing linear
hard-edged, firmly molecular
about this
big, self-consistent
picture
clunky put together
patchwork killed
by thought experiment
so much out there
waiting for
a thumbs up
to chose
the path in most
simple
mindblowing
double slit experiment
so obviously
an interface
brain-filtered
metaphor of
a mechanism
giving us
back our own image
round and
round 360 sure
upon
which to
spin those wheels
inscribe
worm
holes
(back pedal
now
upon
it)
poems 2 die for 