Dormant Loop Holes Poem by Atef Ayadi

i cut myself
completely from
the effect of words,
colors, forms,
and complex thought?
you know what i mean!
in theory.
it is an abstracted thought that
generated, rated and ran
the entire algorithm.
the speed and rate of
convergence is integral
and unprecedented
(it diverges as it converges.)
but i did it,
in abstract and in theory.
i do not need to add some
centiliter, a milliliter, a pond of something,
solid or liquid.
as one may see,
it looks
an abstracted recipe for disaster,
i use the verb cut to separate
two structures,
two things, or just make two out of one.
and vice versa or versa is a vice.
that is what freedom is.
with a pencil and on paper.
so it is my right
to dissect and abstract whatever i see,
hear and sense.
it is easy for me
to imagine someone
laughing, talking, walking, freezing
or a some of all of one can imagine
in the now.
because i experienced
an earthquake, tornado,
rain storm, heavy wind, flood, wheat field fire.
what else?
i am entitled to dissect any thing,
even an electron.
when i ask why an electron
has a charge.
some may say
(mainly males of these days)
oh!
you north african,
ali baba,
moo--ha-med,
whatever,
whoever,
whereve, and whenever
is a thieve, therefore a son of the knee that itches.
i say fact check yourself,
i am a retired,
fatigued and
tired
physicist.

i always ask a question that means
something
to me
not to you.
it may have an appealing,
sensational,
ice cream flavored
and favored
moment.
i do not care.
i am not your eye doctor.
and
sorry
i do not believe in the fairy tails.