Science is
a strange kind of
cold
beauty – clear
crystal
drops on a
jewel blue day;
If you
haven’t seen
the folds
of equations
the
structure of reality
in its pure
form;
Then look!
Conceptual
endeavour
of the mind
behind the shapes,
shadows,
sense out
of non-sense,
hidden
structures
abiding by
unvented
laws
of the
swirling axis
of real…
Mind in the mind,
transience;
What
possible figure of
speech
can warm
the Void,
the Sun
shining for unprotected
eyes?
