A New Theory Of Relativity Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

I want a new Theory of Relativity, in full light,
so that with a lyre I heave stones, as Amphion did,
So that I build new walls, like Zethos at Thebes.

I localize your soul if I can calculate the chaos
while the space is expanding as the greed,
and Pluto burns its diamonds to fuel its motion*
with Imagination be the mason of invisible stars,
the Big-Bag a chime clock, one among so many.
A rule I find: the few are plentier than the fewer,
and also the plenty are fewer than the plentier.

Meleagre crowned his infant Aridaeos as king
also Lykourgos his own Charillos. Relative rules!
The white clouds hide behind black metallic birds,
here the robots kill human beings and other robots,
while the nations shout ‘cra’, my silence is talking,
energy reflects antenergy, mass reflects antimaza,
but I’m small so my day has just twenty-four hours,
God has an infinite number, for his Plan is infinite.

Uncertainty governs with shadows; only love is white
to that we yield just with an aim to forget who hate us.
Love, is the New Theory of Relativity, the only word
that I hold as I close my eyes, for a while or forever.
Τhe ink writes I Love, and flows as spirit in internets.



© JosephJosephides