Todays verses are a study of reality for those who've heard of the theory of Super-String. Back in 1997, when this was written, I was probably trying to be too clever to be very poetic - please be critical.
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Star Matter
Here, is where we seem to float,
In swirling, super-stringy soup.
And the only certain fact,
Is that we tend to interact,
Like so many little pools
Of brightly dancing molecules.
Who builds these models of the mind?
Constructs of virtual, fractal kinds.
Do their properties mock reality?
Are they icons or banality?
Is this our highest resolution?
Has impatience won, not evolution.
Our minds, entrapped by neural nets,
Make complex nano-spider's nests.
There we seek some absolution,
A simple answer to the question.
Who and when and what we are?
We parts and particles of star.
Here and there we seem to float
Through worlds of super-stringy soup,
Filled with wild uncertain factions,
Careless, conflicting cross-reactions.
Unreal, unvirtuous, unstable and untrue.
I'm just a modem, what are you?
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Copyright The Mundesley Hermit ©1997 & ©2007. All rights reserved.
It was entertaining though. I liked the wordplay.