Leaving the Cosmologists

I grew bored with weighty conversation.
Maybe that's not the appropriate term.
I grew irritated at the childish efforts
To make the universe make sense:
Time which begins with a bang,
Never mind that there couldn't
Have been a time before time,
That there couldn't have been
A kernel of matter which suddenly
Came into being from nothing
And exploded without any reason.
A roomful of simians doing their
Best to conquer the infinite,
Stuffing it into their finite minds
Succeeded only in making my
Time, all too clearly finite at this point,
Seem sadly infinite. I had to go.
I went to the hallway to call you
To tell you I miss you much
Of the time.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-03-05 at 16:32

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