Page From a Mad Scientist's Chapbook

poetry about science... pshaw!

Each granule in the sugar cube
hides the tessaract within.
Time breaks the rule of three
of Grimm and Christian lore.
A wrinkle in time,
can cause a fault in reality,
a particle wind
may divert time’s arrow
and who knows where
it will fall.

The tesseract is to the cube
as the cube is to the square
as the square is to the line.

The dot is to the circle
as the circle to the sphere
as the sphere is to the
infinite polychoron -

and this my friend,
not the torus,
nor any kind of egg,
is the shape
of the universe
today.

Author's Note

Are you human?

A splen didp oem

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Reviews

[Roland Petrov]

A splen didp oem, though why it isn't simply a splendid poem I don't know. Because it is a splendid poem. I forgot what drug it is that you take with sugar cubes, but to deny that the universe is the shape of an egg....well, I never!

[Nomenklatura]

Hehehe, wasn't it acid on sugar cubes, I don't know.
Maybe it's on the back of a giant turtle?

[Kelly Scheppers]

I was done with Science when I was expected to dissect a worm in junior high school. And to think I had lunch the next period!

I like what you've done here...very impressive!