movethebinder

first there is a smile
the
morning laughs
out leptons
and
these
z
particles
love in our
human language,
a
girl
expressing love
by way of
calculus, and truly
by conversion- poetry
why not write
poems
about
poetry
who reads,
these
blue
walls
who prays in church
the believers
the lovers
and the nearly dead,
and those peculiar
high energy physicists
slipping ever closer to
their white light
singularity.