Thirteen Lines Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Thirteen Lines



A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation -
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! -
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth -
Evolution saw to that.

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