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Author: Ron
Started: 09/12/06
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Published: 09/12/06
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Newton's LegacyOutline: My first poem, written around '93. An exercise in self-questioning, I think, looking back now. A disc of gas did spin and weave the Life-force. Hydrogen matter, loose and flowing, swirled in circling clouds of billowing, blowing disunity, Down to a destiny with order, God and Isaac Newton. In shade eternal, with eyes paternal, the Hand Immortal touched the heart, And in the heart the plasma pyre cried, "Praise," in glorious helium fire. Then from the heat the seed was sprung, the Life-force moved and climbed the rung, crying: "No more these thoughts of Will Eternal, I am your God now!" Burning bright against the night, the ball of fire calls out its plight: "Who will be my master now, now my secret's out?" Men of cloth and men of atoms both cry, "I," and fight their case with bitter woe Not caring for the others' view, now the secret's out. But when the fire has ran its course, the embers dulled, reduced to nought, Whose school of thought do you support to stir the Pot of Life? |
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