“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label fulcrum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fulcrum. Show all posts
Friday, May 27, 2016
Finding a fulcrum of neutrons
Moderation
as in
All Things
is the wrong way to say (it).
-Balance-
is better.
Resistance & Effervescence
finding some concordant way...
This eliminates Fate
in the individual
(in)divisible
fields of knowledge like poppies
heads-
against an aqua sky.
The pendulum works this way
and that
we know we are going
away
even pinned in place.
In semi-sleep-statis
there is a cosmic atomic trace
of needlessness (n.)
Yes.
This is the best way
for All Things
moderately
imbalanced.
Photo By Daderot, Foucault pendulum (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
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