
Revellers eleven dimensions of M-theory
A puppeteer’s incisors grin menacingly
Betwixt these jaws hangs the marionette
Mirrored refraction in supersymmetry
Hypotheses, in gravity’s conjecture only.
The mind designs the disorder passing
Street’s direction is singular in polarity
Gathering up, as fisher people draw nets
In searching for descriptions of evidence
The catch inevitably an alley of the blind
Everything invariably evades category
Streaming definitions to defy unification
Such is vortex’s centrifuge, type sub text
Rolled down rock candy ribbon stilts sit,
Homogeneous irrespective of lengths
Diameter, parameter. Pythagorean rites
Colder poles lure this type of blood thirst
My bent needle points further northward
Quieter corners, where the egotistical
Rarely adventure. Stiller distillery filling
Rifled though memories in forager fields
Picked poison, backward factor flackery
Poseidon’s evil picked victims jetsam.
Paddle trident, dolphin and bulls count.
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled explorer. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath



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