In a universe of strings and membranes
my thoughts are a vortex
my TV is off
my book is open
the big bang singularity
opens my head
glowing orange
pollen absent
struck strongly
by vibrations
notes hold the world together
tuning the string theory
in an imaginative leap
science imagines poetry
and conversations stop.
Look!
a flower grows.
Patient and unknowing
a complete explanation
comes through time and
changes the realm of mathematics.
one bubble
in an ocean
A safe space
without displacing
other bubbles
and yet -
a flower vibrates
on a plane
we see
smell and think.
Let's fall all the way down
to the point of the bubble
and grow for the sake of it.
Love becomes important
and everything falls away...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem