Oh Science, I hate Thee!!
Some theories address
their own obvious desperation
So things ‘happen’…
Only a motley bunch of researchers
Capable of picking up the lowest hanging fruits
Get drawn with an insane precision
to the howls of science…
Bundles of molecules, atoms, electrons, protons –ecstatically bounce
Burst out their silver threads…the scientists see the light!
Sitting at the edge, in deep psychedelic trance
Unable to cope with the verisimilitudes; or is it
Fearing an unknown infinity
I keep sinking into a deluge of Absudities
Day lingers a while in its antics
evening descends...heading to
penumbra of darkness
I wake up and scream, NO!
--there’s nothing!-nothing can exist at all- beyond me!
The human gene- is what? My atoms were made where?
Answers really matter little…
Science is hazy, misty, nebulous...
to purposeless, dimwit, visionless eyes.