Salivating Liquid Crystalized Humble Pie

Salivating Liquid Crystalized Humble Pie

A Poem by wuliheron
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Academics are too easy to poke fun at, because they never do see it coming.

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Salivating Liquid Crystallized Humble Pie



Wayward drunkard’s aimless walk,

Bereft the slightest care in the world,

Keeling over, three sheets to the wind!

Righting herself she lists on the swells!

Ominously her bow rising up yet again!

Jell-O for brains, an overcooked noodle!

There’s simply, no accounting for taste!

Counting silly, imaginary numberings,

Captivating state, of benighted grace;

Laughing, at each other’s absurdities!

Bumbling down a road, less traveled!

Falling into the ditch once in a while!

Having too much time on your hands;

Hyperuniform, liquid crystallized pie!

Gravity heats up while cooling down,

Boycott gravity become an astronaut!

Boycott gravity for bringing me down,

Oceans of lubricated flowing laughter,

The floor, is always there to catch you,

May the road forever, rise to greet you!

May your muse always light your way,

Quasi-crystallized sublime lime Jell-O,

Colorful formless, tiny marshmallows!

Cylinders flattened into wagon wheels,

Spherical cubes, of squishy dimensions,

Dodecaicosa hedrons, make disco balls,

Quantized Time Crystal Twilight Zone!

Pythagorean solids scatter to the wind,

Beginning to look, a lot like Christmas!

Mind-blowing, topological transforms!

Inverted toilets, become loopy twisters!

Particle Man, in sparkling Wonderland!

Wavy Gravy Soliton Waves Stand Tall!

Globular blobular truncated trapezoids,

Broken fuzzy fractal halting continuum,

Solitary quasi-crystallized semi-fluidic!

Fractured fairytale looking glass mirror!

Of no known possible worthwhile value!

Membranous stringy sealing wax thingy,

Metamorphic, temporal phase transition,

Tap dancing a buffalo tattoo in my brain,

Feels like stepping into the twilight zone!

Lattice dancing inside temporal matrices!

Lost horizons change of their own accord!

Lost realities, all down at the Sunset grill!

Lost insights can be just as soon forgotten;

Lost horizons found, in any lost and found,

Phase transitions forever metamorphosing!

Liquid crystallized humble pies-in-the-face!

Sumptuous repast in my own private Idaho!

Time crystals deciding their own time zones!

Lost in space, that would make Escher dizzy,

Lost hourglass of time in infinite dimensions!

Lost Rindler horizons of blissful contentment,

To infinity and beyond the greatest wide open,

Beyond the outer limits lies the Twilight Zone,

Time alone can bring even gravity to her knees,

Time speeding up, makes no damned difference!

To boldly go where no clowns have gone before!

Where, everything can be deja vu all over again,

Differential integrals, of entangled decoherence!

Clinging memories, yet left behind in the mirror,

Eternity lending everyone’s past greater weight!

Eternity gracing the ticking time bombs of time!

Inexorable Gregorian sub-sect of pie-in-the-face!

Inevitable pitiful moaning, on the moaning after,

Inevitable envious glance at green eggs and ham!

Inevitable desire to shout and pull your hair out!

Local realities, all favoring the shortest distance,

Umbraged monstrous moonshine yet conjectures!

Noether insisted, it must possess superior curves!

The Louvre is willing to lend them French Curves!

Occam resolved that a simple razor was required,

In which case it is proof of simplistic complexity!

Our futuristic instant karma, is coming to getcha!

Some say it is evidence God has a sense of humor!

Taking the long way home, requires greater effort!

The simplest explanation is all the more tempting,

Roaring silence overwhelms the distant observers,

We meet again, at last, the circle is now complete!

By virtue of the fact we must choose for ourselves,

The shortest distance between two points is a line,

Thermodynamic Relativistic Quantum Mechanics,

Goldilocks Murphy, describing two sides of a coin!

Capricious fickle fates, rolling Monty Hall’s bones!

Local reality is overcrowded with backseat drivers,

Insisting the best carpenters, make the fewest chips,

Knowing perfectly well, that nobody knows a thing!

Carefully measuring twice, prepared to roll any dice!

Reality without dreams is just someone’s nightmare,

Dreams bereft all reality can be our worst nightmare,

Realistic Idealists skeptically confront their bullshit!

Idealistic Realists, may admit their personal bullshit!

Realistic Realists distinguish any reality from fiction!

Idealistic idealists see greater Truth in all the bullshit!

Whilst salivating liquid quasi-crystallized humble pie!

Liquid Quasi-Crystallized Humble Pies-In-Your-Faces!

Laboring to observe a simulation, of a phase transition,

Decoherent incoherent quantum states, become classical,

Traveling all the way from the big bang to the big crunch,

Traveling through any dimensions not of sight and sound,

Twilight Zone squared circles, on every signpost up ahead!

The walls can speak without having to utter a single word,

There are those who speak, without uttering a single sound,

Those whose words once upon a time seemed perfectly clear,

Now that you are here, all of our words seem perfectly clear,

For once upon a time, we spoke for those who have no voice!

Once upon a time, there was a Lorax who spoke for the trees!

Once upon a time, we knew what’s missing from this picture!

Once upon a time hearts that bent the most spoke the loudest!

Once upon a time time was something that we could all share!

Once upon a time people wanted to hear jokes about the truth!

Salivating Eyeing Liquid Crystallized Humble Pie-in-the-Face!

Aware what’s missing from this picture is what comes back to haunt you.


© 2018 wuliheron


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I'm a brain damaged, mentally deranged, hippie dippy raised on Gilligan's Island and Green Acres, but I'm never going back there again! Currently, I'm 11 years into writing a book on Collective Ignora.. more..

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