Tuesday, January 24, 2012


We live when smoky solids fill the air,
Lifting into the sky – they are far lighter
Than all the air. So now our every care
Is lighter than the earth, our future brighter
Than the most intense laser, and far cooler
Than zero Kelvin. All we call our chances
More infinite than Cantor’s endless ruler
Of countable infinities. The slowest dances
Expanding out in Fibonacci spirals,
As slow as deep sea snails which slide away,
As ordered as amino acid chirals
In living proteins. Even, like sea spray.
What’s possible out in the universe
Reflects here in this song, music and verse.

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