BROWNIAN MOTION
Physicist,
take heed:
A vinelet’s
dust-like
pollen,
dispersed
on ponds
in purling
streaks,
forms points
of random
increase
befitting study.
A famous
oracle
was formed
by fumes
whose molecules
resembled
these—
just so
our every
sparking
synapse swans,
producing
personality
by irregular
degrees,
selves
alterable—
up to a point—
by remembered
melodies,
unanticipated
touches,
the grand
chancy, quantum
scheme
of things.
I think—
at least,
I think I do—
that our
enraptured brains,
strung
with memes
like Christmas
trees,
garlanded
in glowing rings,
are tangled
skeins
defying
explanation.
Outlook hazy.
Try again.
From dust to dust,
we succumb
to bleak causation,
but effects
are hard to forecast:
For every bet
that loses,
one will win.
1 comment:
Oho! I still admire your work just as much as ever, Maureen, after at least 10 years!
XXX
Chairperson,
Fan club - UK branch.
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