i no longer need to be
here, if need there
ever even has been.
and now, most whole,
need precipitates con-
scious effort for to
better participate in
matters that shouldn't
hold my attention. but
they hold my attention.
maybe it's due to
constant lack of exis-
tence, maybe these
feet realize settled
vessel is dying from
need. 'don't fight it.'
their resonant voice
to this restless body
waning with waiting.

The power of your wild beauty 
Shocks and magnetises me 
I exis in silent awe
That love I feel is breaking law

We gave birth to Einstein
E=mc² was the formula
We sat down at the spinal cord
Of a milky way to create
We were breathing Star dust
And had cosmic fireworks as our blood
Gravity taught us to sink our feet into the dense sand of Earth
And watch the moon orbiting around us
At once we held it with our bare hands and taught it to wait for the sun in total eclipse
We are the Myans
We gave the sky names as we watched Orion the hunter chasing planets
And the southern Cross giving him directions
We were the Ancient Egyptians
We calculated the earth's spin on its exis
And foretold the future that is now
We were the builders of Noah's ark
And taught the world everything it knows
We dropped the apple that Eve ate at the garden of eden
And the one that fell on Sir Isaac Newton's face
We are the ones Ancient Philosophers spoke off
Our arrival has been awaited

We are the class of physics