Christopher S. Rozema
Lonely neutrinos & unnecessary muons,
Your ghostly gravity:
Spooky action at a distance.
Immediately, I felt your heart break
From the the fifth corner of the globe.
An angel needed me…
But I was somewhere else.
Drowning in your river, buried in gardens,
Letting my freedom turn into stone.
The circle was broken-
Superstring now common helix,
Charming, strange and maybe,
Demising bosons prove the weight of woes heretofore unknown.
Joyce & Pauli called a conference.
The only sense
I make of it:
A ghost on the road to nowhere ordered once; by whom?
Rabi’s bewilderment when met with fact: “Who ordered that?”
The fear is not of “What?”, but “When? ”
Never of “Enough sleep at night.”
That way leads to decay-
Real as the bones in my body,
The stench of the flesh as it rots away.