Where will our voyages take us along the horizons of the subatomic, the quanta of life, when I witness the power of the infinitely small strip away your innate gifts?
It's just a glass, I know. It always starts with that math, so simple a concept that it clouds your mind every time we put it to practice, revealing the perfect symmetry of a chemical equation that overrides your self-imposed laws.
You cannot outthink this formula. You cannot outwill what firmly has control on your mind. I see the quantum tearing within you, glass by glass, line by line, the beautiful particles thrown into disarray.
You need help, my friend. This will extinguish your light.
Where will our voyages take us
along the horizons of the subatomic,
the quanta of life,
when I witness the power
of the infinitely small strip
away your innate gifts?
It's just a glass, I know.
It always starts with that math,
so simple a concept
that it clouds your mind
every time we put it to practice,
revealing the perfect symmetry of
a chemical equation that overrides
your self-imposed laws.
You cannot outthink this formula.
You cannot outwill what firmly has control
on your mind.
I see the quantum tearing within you,
glass by glass,
line by line,
the beautiful particles thrown into disarray.
You need help, my friend.
This will extinguish your light.
(c) 2016 by Vincent Lowry