The Higgs Boson Poem by Nurlan Salimbaev

I'm afraid I've caught you napping again,
And I'm glad to see your gaze.
Let us act out our own little epiphany,
You will be God, and I will be God.
Come, we'll sit down for a game of a chess,
As you can see, I'm playing black.
Come, a dream that came true,
And Millenia of senselles repetitions
Will go up in laughing coloured smoke
No matter, though, a masquerade awaits us,
A dream of ancient oaths. Come...

What is the world coming to?
The world will shatter around us,
And then, on the deibris of a universe
We'll try to appear a new World...

Come...