REASON BEING
this is the reason
why I am not a physicist
nothing more Newton
than being wired
to the lesson
stapled to
the desk
truth in the atom
and how it is chained
something other
out there
beyond classroom, playground
scrambling the shit out of me
something outside inside
tunneling between
whilst these vectors are
regular, could not
be more confident
iron balls on a slope what
have we missed
in fact?
will take a bit of
crazy
to find this realm
as poetry
very different, other world,
melting, reforming
shaping
reforming melting again, forever changing
only world we have
listening to Professor Rovelli
discoursing here so sweetly
chat to
my chotbot about all this
another
trick of consciousness