Time
Tick, tock
The mouse runs up the clock
To find out that there is no time
Only the illusion of motion
In a continuum of space
We perceive the inevitable
Consequences of entropy
And label it with a title
That implies persistence
Yet, we are not certain
Of its mysterious origin
A Clock for Time!
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Poetry from a Calm Heart.
PoesíaThese 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.
