First Light Machine

A quantum universe
Is all there is
An illogical argument
Between what’s hers and his.

The illusions of meaning
Can be terribly painful
When searching for answers
And finding them shameful.

Slender mechanics work with haste
On foiling science as a religious race
Working alone, and without grace
Strikes their chord for logical waste.

Ripe mechanics back to face
Slowly fickle trickle race
Working strongly, but without grace
Frames the present in unseemly space.

Evidence of character
Lies scarce
In the culture
Of progress.

Intelligence of mind
Erased quickly
In the mist
Of passion.

Elegance of wit
Duly challenged
From the signs
Of life.

Create the images
Of your Mind
In the Past.

Create the silence
Of your Youth
In the now.

Create the love
Of your uncertainty
In the Future.

Create the structure
Of your Happiness
With yourself.

Speculation and investigation
Allow for rampant perspiration
A model of hesitation
Of a self fulfilling demonstration
A good guess sensation.

Situations of violent degradation
Allow for rampant temptation
A show of hesitation
For an awe inspiring revelation
A shocking obliteration.