Cubic's Rubey Poem by doug bentley

A few days ago the world's astrophysics community treated the globe to its first images of a real black hole. Thereby, we now have empirical evidence of how far we have penetrated into virtual wonderland- proof that physicists' imaginations are forever lost in refracted space gravity. In short, we have officially reached the end of time, haven't we?

Nevertheless, their new burnt donut is so captivating to them that it's hypnotic. It will likely mesmerize the orthodox parrots for a decade. This discovery is then but another object lesson in legendary scientific myopia- the snails pace at which obvious realities are scientifically punched as 'Validated.'

So the globe will have to wait quite a while for orthodox proof of the eyeball reality here of the interior aurora- a completely revolutionary discovery! - to be OKd by the scientific fraternity. When mainstream physics can only count to 5 we have to wait for physicists to validate that the number 10 officially exists!

Fortunately, I, and probably you, are not physicists. We don't need to spend our life chasing phantom reflections. We can just go on to the next poem in life!