“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 microscope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label microscope. Show all posts
Saturday, October 20, 2018
Proof
Don't look now
But
it is always inconvenient
to pay full attention.
The mirrors must not be clear.
Of course, there was backing
in this philosophy.
We were indifferent
as I came to discover with age
The wisdom was
quirky and quintessentially
duplicable,
making this extremely
life-like.
In fact,
there were explanations,
motives, charts, statistics and
microscopes as well as mass
spectrometers.
Facts could be made like laws.
Help is belittling, humility is compromise.
Say,
We now know
why women want pickles when pregnant.
Motherhood is mainly mammalian.
Nothing is new or novel.
It could be predicted with nearly ninety
percent accuracy,
Those who would be beaten and abused,
were confined, resigned to their situation,
like all atoms and half-lives.
It was worth looking around
if only to see
how natural it is for us
to reflect and blind,
bend and squint
without ever reaching a definitive conclusion.
This could be conveniently called,
Power
if only it was adopted as knowledge.
Image By Unknown photographer [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Central Cancer Research (Immunology laboratory).
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