Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

science dreams

monotone timestretched clicks hide in background cosmos
and the universe exhales dwindling sighs
a friend of years lists recipes
for preparing subatomic particles, chopped, washed and dried
silverskin onions bouncing from each other
but onions are not the only root vegetable
as rich the muon flavour lies beneath
and common knowledge prevails that onionskin is peeled in layers
segmenting under a chew of enamel teeth
to which slews of theory must adjust
the new equation denoting meaning, peak, trough, din
while passing by the skeletal hall of theories and predictions
scantly knowing; none will hear what lies within.

hello miles away, love your words and yet still can’t keep up with how many and how often! also really love those two blues photos…

hullo Peach! i do tend to write, um, a lot. there are more blues… but thank you!