i. no absolute rest
"yes, time
never did stop
for anyone."
but I add...
ii. no absolute motion*
"even time itself
is an
illusion."
because
yours and mine
...dissent.
iii. backwards
maybe yesterday,
we could still
work things out.
--softer,
than lightly (3.0 x 10^8 m/s)
iv. implausibility
our foreheads wear
the cracks of our heart.
you lost your zeal,
I lost my saviour,
we lost each other,
but left
with osmium-clad
backpacks,
and collapsed
patellas.
E = mc^2.
v. our end
fact:
tomorrow
is inevitable.
fact:
screeching alarms
and lopsided bed-hair,
and chugging caramel lattes,
with precisely two tablespoons
of raw sugar--
fact:
forget among the clamour,
the shadow of your figure--
fact:*
you are an
unearthed blackhole,
under the facade
of a supernova.
(your mass = 2.5(+) x greater than the sun)
a late night poem, inspired by Einstein's theory of relativity according to this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttZCKAMpcAo. I have worked out that my love for physics doesn't step from solving problems, but thinking, contemplating, the concepts....
the romanticisation of such a theory, though, was not an original idea. I recently watched (and absolutely fell in love with) Steins;Gate, the science-fiction anime.