Cosine
I feel the cosmos below my feet
My atoms are not completeThe particles are not aligned in a row
Even though they continue to glowCan I communicate over a parsec
I'll have to wait a short second to checkThere is no infinite in my math
Because it's not in my pathThe glory of the universe is a dot
Because it's all that I've gotLike sand that always falls
Through my fingers it crawsTo the eternal existence I go
Where I end up I do not knowA cosmic sketch!
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Art et Poésie au Crayon Livre suivant (Art and Poetry with a Pencil Part 2)
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. This is poetry book No. 8