Inheritance CCCXXXIII, psi = x (y +10100) Poem by Torild Wardenær

Give me a P! Preferably Pluto with its moons of night and underworld, Charon,/ Nix and Hydra, and if everything goes according to plan, the New Horizon/ probe, which will arrive on a peaceful mission in 2015./
Give me an S! The Sombrero galaxy decorated with infrared light./
Give me an I! Isis and Osiris, Inanna and Dumuzi//

Give me anything at all - preferably seeds that have survived the winter/ in astronomical numbers and
that precisely now are turning in the soil/ while I am appointed to live on, in a cosmological/ golden age, surrounded by everything and/
I subscribe to the three known dimensions, but am constantly chasing new/ formulas, sometimes with the inspection mirror held up high, at other times it/ lies forgotten in a deep-sea cleft and gleams blackly for an eternity, and even/ though time occasionally haunts me clad in a train of Goya's/ winged monsters or quite simply passes by, loaded down with medals meant for/ the murky heads of state of this world, I normally seer it into a newly/ established colony or let it roam around among its own four-dimensional/ hiding places and/
another field - this one; close, as we have always believed, but/
now it presents itself just as effortlessly as a sunrise, attracted by the hissing/ of its own name//

psi = the fifth dimension where everything is allied and never gets lost/
psi = the subatom - powerful and reserved at one and the same time/
psi = ψ , the 23rd letter in the Greek alphabet/
psi = the wave that causes the sky and the earth voluntarily to change places/

So? We all know this and always have./
May it just take over us and change us, may it just be of use to us.

English Translation by John Irons