This morning Cosmos
sneezed
a spout of quantum
spasms out –
left it so egregiously
undone,
unmoored and
unamassed –
that not a
quark or lepton in it
knew its
ankle from its ass.
Cosmos
watched it splat into
a nano-corner
of a nano-quadrant
of a
negligible pocket in the outskirts
of a random quasar
and sat back
to watch. Cosmos
loved to see what
happened to
this sort of splotch.
But oh! The
splotch’s slivers quivered
instantly into
a sweet harmonic spray
of unexpected
colors, ordered
by availing stain-glassed
borders
which teased up
a range of pleasing
unexampled
form! Which then began
to warm into the
swift production
of two heads
and faces – calm and blithe.
The writhe of
it had managed to acquire
graces! Its
balance was inscrutable,
immutable – a
fact with tact. Another
cosmic expectation cracked.
.