Infinitus Physikos

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Infinitus Physikos

 

Here, we are strange superfluities

Alive, able-bodied, but still no idea

of an entire rationale of existence

 

Here, we can qualm our reality

Assist when somebody has a fear

But still no idea, of the incessant caverns of the Unknown

 

There, naive innocents plummet into the praying snare

of the hooded moths scrambling and screaming

injecting their arbitrary units of conned phenomena.

 

From that imprudent call of conflict

came the waiting separation of fuming

civilisations skirmishing with diverse fraudulant ideas of humanity.

 

               Countless Epiphanies anon... ~

 

Now, the perimeter breached and the truth is scared

A phenomenon with a Scientia thats structuring,

Structuring an entire new understanding of the universal Black

 

Shadows afraid, light is coming,

A fresh nebula is on the verge of forming a star

No burning remnant though, a spark of Genius

A patient discovery in the inter-dimensional heavens

 

We're not leading a recline of false reality,

We are walking on the roof of a revolution.

And the door is just waiting, waiting for the decent Einstein

To tremble on all quantum secrets that secrete in that breathing paradox

And connect with the unconnectable...

 

...before long, the impossible will be the probable.

 

Marcus Anthony Trinder

2011

 

Author's Note

Im not really a writing person, im more of a scientist. This is just my view on science, but im not going to give away the meaning. I hope you understand it or have your own meaning for it. Thanks.

Reviews

[Weaver]

(I tried to review this before, but lost my internet connection just as I was posting it.)

I particularly like the line "Shadows afraid, light is coming" It reminds me of lines from another poem: "Outside the gates, order lurks/And chaos it terrified"

"waiting for the decent Einstein/To tremble on all quantum secrets" You do know that Einstein DESPISED quantum theory, right? He couldn't accept that maybe we don't live in a universe where all the rules are consistent and maybe we'll never be able to understand all of it.

I also really like the last line, and I appreciate the fact that you didn't feel the need to explain everything.

In my opinion, there isn't enough poetry written about the beauty and mystery of science. Maybe because there aren't enough people with the right worldview to write it.