Here are my layers to contain, controlling puzzled choices
Of universal law and stuff, as I feel I have to voice this
It can show me interaction; abiliti’ed abstraction
Seven or eight layers of law, hold existence with a cork
Buildings contain the smallest things, all inside the structured quark
Which controls the spanning adverse; this entire universe
So here's my seven layers, with some different words contorting
But this great Universe shall be, the eighth layer consorting
Galaxy, solar, planet, compound, mole, atom, and the quark
And so here it is again, with more different words contorting
But the Organism shall be, the eighth layer consorting
Organ system, organ, tissue, cell, mole, atom, and the quark
And another perspective, with computer words contorting
For the System is the eighth, of the OSI consorting
And degrees of separation, are rounded to a seven
The Degree is the eighth layer, like index or a heaven
Gathers round to stay together; like ball attached to tether
As seven interactions made, can contain what is to be
The being is an interesting, upper layer that I see
Within the rambles of my mind; constructs fly for me to find
Note the pattern of the first, to start all with many fractions
Then note the pattern of the next, as root for making actions
Note the pattern of the third, to communicate with a base
Then note the pattern of the next, to make signaling with grace
Note the pattern of the fifths, because they have a common goal
Then note the pattern of the next, to sustain a vital role
Note the pattern of seventh, to be the operating piece
Then note the pattern of the next, making laws that they police
See how containment can control, directly under with love
Now see how the controls can own, these containments formed above
Then see how if just one is dinged; layers won't make anything
Note the patterned abilities; within all these properties
Now note the patterned layerings; crossing life’s conveyer’ed rings
Now note the patterned how’s and why’s; since layers must be allies
I have often longed to combine my knowlege of physics, galactic astronomy and mathematics together with my studies of the classical inheritance of the literature of world history - an effort at which I have failed. You have achieved it Truly, I think you lead the way to a new form of perception, which I can glimpse - but fail to fully comprehend, as the new age is born, as Moses failed to reach the other side of Jordan.
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And so here's my seven with different little words contorting But this great Universe shall be the eighth layer consorting Galaxy, solar, planet, compound, mole, atom, and the quark And so here it is again with different little words contorting But the Organism shall be the eighth layer consorting Organ system, organ, tissue, cell, mole, atom, and the quark And another perspective with computer words contorting As this poetry is a great experiment nice talent in nice direction, kindly write more and more