Multiconstruct

This poem is my last from “Atonal Musings” and is in fact the last poem i can be reasonably sure i can lay hands on without writing something new. I write poetry in spurts and frequently when i am highly engaged in the helping professions poetic inspiration is far away. Its one of the reasons i have been known to drift. I am feeling a bit of that call and am trying out the idea of thinking about taking steps that might allow that to happen. I don’t know, I’m just thinking (do not be alarmed if you are invested in my present status, i only do 8% of the things i say i’m going to). Anyways this poem is about the Greek philosopher who invented atoms and thought everything was made from them. The chorus is a quotation by Democritus that should end “but atoms” but we’ve learned a thing or two and now know what things are really made of….

Democritus thought everything but the void

Was made up of atoms that could not be destroyed

Do you think that he would have enjoyed

Learning his atoms were made of nothing.

By convention sour, by convention sweet

By convention colored, in reality nothing….

Protons and neutrons and things of that sort

Are made up of pieces, that we call quarks

And quarks are made of nothing, except for math

So think about that next time you take a bath

You really are bathing in nothing.

By convention sour, by convention sweet

By convention colored, in reality nothing….

Heisenberg shows if you can understand

That the universe to the poetry stand

Everything there is across the land

Descends from mathematical forms

Everything is made of nothing.

By convention sour, by convention sweet

By convention colored, in reality nothing.