The cosmos is an open clearing,
On no rampart, unguarded.
The cosmos is willing to be unsure,
Incalculable, even to the heavens.
Like a love note, unfolded, in the glow
Of the house burning.
And who rouses these symbols,
And the impetus to overcome themselves.
As the physicists would say,
Sometimes mass does funny things.
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Nice volta! Made me smile!
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Thank you! Glad you liked it.
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Love the poem–it is like what a physicist might call delightfully multi-layered.
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Thank you! I love the physicist comment.
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this is a strange one, Bob but this ‘strange cat’ will unravel it 🙂
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ooooh. I love this. The embracing of uncertainty, the use of ‘rampart’, the love note and the symbols with ‘the impetus to overcome themselves’. amazing.
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Love that middle stanza. Great work, Bob!
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