The unknown is the great unknown which poetry and physics is.


You are a river..

Sweet water in winter

Holding ice and icicles

Dreams of things unseen

Through feelings unheard

Before the fall

Before the sping

Summer for love

In times of need

Till time changed

With all things.

Blinded by science

Into such wackiness

Beyond normal sense

It isn't so curious

As a gaggle of idiots

With impressive outfits!

WoW

Oh.

It is bad to do bad things

But that never stopped human beings

I think I need to buy a Goat.