Tuesday, March 22, 2022
032222b
She Turns Away
I’m drawn to you, the physicist declared,
The black holes in your eyes I can’t escape,
My life’s whole course I could in fact reshape,
But there’s not time for work and love to share.
Do moonlit nights and candlelight outweigh
The Nobel Prize and immortality?
I might rewrite the world itself some day
Can I survive without you here with me?
Or would I come to hate myself and you?
These mushy thoughts and fears that come to me,
While I observe the fractals of your face,
Are valueless, for nothing in them’s new,
And physics’s boundary’s a novel place,
Where I can leave a mark for all to see.
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