Deliberately moving
Through the notions
Somewhat composed
Somewhat emotional
Bags of skin and cells
Travelled well through
The pulsing dimensions
Of light and dark particles
Beating frequently to the laws
of fundamental motions.
Blending with the fields
They yielded at the signs
Of concatenated equations
And time-signature mimes.
A rip in time
spilled revolutions
of the strangest kind
Some were quite potent
Others—cheap imitations.
But the minds continued to matter
Thinking thoughts and lots of chatter.
What is this? How is that?
Why believe
when we can worship cats?
The drama continued
And in fact got fatter
As the winds blew further
From the questions answered.
