The top spins on top of the world

It was always about time and place.
One Geologic Positioning Series

Stay still, finding location.

The matter remained
evidently encapsulated
for posterity or hermetically.

You see,
May you live in an interesting time,
is said
in jest.

Though, making it so
makes it so
living our story this way,

nowadays
it is done
this way.

Eventually folding our pages back
into strata and pulp layers
kneading condensation
to make sense in story
smell right.

It was from the East,
the scent carried, the wind
was metallic and heavy with
dry pollen.

We can hope this time
the butterfly will navigate
independently.

It seems lately
the bees hear first
and respond quickly,

making honey with
putrescence
in time for another
Revolution.


Image of  (sketch) The color top, 1877 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Knocked-up

The propagation of our species

is analogous to the activity in the LHC.

You see,

an Adam thrusting through the dark tube

on the Eve of infinitesimal exploration,

leaves a trace (of some Thing).

It happens,

plottable and expiated, it could be done.

Two come together, indelibly scribed. Trinity or Unity.

Isolated in Chronotope,

making love in concaves

and shattering parts of the hole.

Smashing and grabbing at mortality

x times y we try to replicate.

Positively propelled into new states

that gyrate around an unstable nuclei,

the family, in particular combination.

Metamorphosis and catharsis,

a process, or detonation.

Another explosion of selfsame stuff-

making matter most notably, arrayed-

                      contradictory to the dynamic display.  

Image of painting by Chemical Heritage Foundation [Public domain or CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.