TA-RA
stared at the ceiling
tried to read the stars
when they appeared
as if
I were reading
the Kabbala or Torah
and
mystical moment, unexpected
abracadabra, wouldn’t
you have guessed
it, know it
they did
appear, disappear
like clockwork it ran,
long before Heisenberg,
taking its, cue
from Newton
like clockwork
it ran
until
it no longer cared
until it didn’t
try to
understand it all
process it now
until paradigms shift
and it just
gets
too much for you
see how cleanly
it aligns
with all on
that whiteboard
spelling out your
rough draft
towards a logical framework
poems 2 die for 