Quietly (a poem)

A chemical ride of creative collide

as molecules slip and slide and glide

through energy states of unparralleled candor

they match or reject in predictable manner

They trust in eachother a home will be found

where puzzle piece fits and receptor is bound

a triggered cascade of an ancient parade

pervades the dismayed ‘til they pray they don’t fade

But fear not feeble soul for you are in good hands

the predictable splash was always the plan

so trust as you can in your world of control

this game that you play is not yours to be sold

If only we could know such deterministic truth

through flavorful flow of mechanistic sleuth

but the sleuth only guesses and can never trust yesses

so admire these many messes

quietly

until the universe finally professes

With Love,

Michael