Universe
Ancient stone stands under the skies
Across time and space that flies
Only to be seen by old eyes
There is no use to disguise
That which rides upon a coveted prize
Hidden in the minds of the wise
Who only tell us twisted lies
That lead to our ultimate demise
Unless we rise to our own surprise
That history often contemplates the rise
To the pinnacle of the proper size
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Poetry from a Calm Heart.
PoetryThese are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases.
