Poem: The Electric

Born of stars we are.
For real.
The first stars, at the beginning of the inflation,
they condensed and exploded
making the hard and heavy elements we are.

We are a close proximity swarm of atoms
strongly and weakly held together by the attraction
and repulsion of the simplest of electric charge.
Tiny, tiny, little things at the threshold
of where you can’t decide is that a chunk of matter
or is it the world’s smallest shock:
Of the electric.

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published: March '06 [misprinted]
republished: April '06 [corrected]
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Poem: Radiation

Slow down sun you are too swift,
we cannot grasp your emanations.
Gamma specks from the alpha mock your power.

Can your magnetic radiance bend them to our curve of space?
Or will the tangents of strings forever define our physicalness?

Bits of yarn, silly string, and infinitesimal things,
all is made of vibrating nothings; this alone exalts us–pity.

We by sheer ego must have something in which to exist and digest our way through,
even if it is for a short time framed and underwritten by a trembling crystal of cesium,
the gong is struck by untouchable, irreversible radiation.

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Poem: The You and I Entanglement

There is a beauty to our terrible complexity.
Like the weather, our predictability breaks down at the smallest level.
The non-locality of you affects my particles at a distance -
Truly, a spooky entanglement.

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