Professor,
\nexplain the physics of my soul.
\nI feel so imponderable
\nin your box of laws.
\nI do not think
\nwe have discovered ourselves.
\nHow poems get written.
\nLove walks through a room
\nin absolute infinity.
\nHow it floods the imagination
\nof my heart.
\nDresses in the cortical neurons
\nof my sight,
\ndefying relativity,
\nwaltzing to quantum dances.<\/p>\n
When I told Mary,
\nyou defy the laws of physics
\nshe smiled and said,
\nhow sweet!
\nBeautiful beyond imaginal belief.
\nI don\u2019t think we understand
\nwhat we are,
\nhow huge we impose upon the world,
\nwhat it is we impose,
\nand out of which my Mary comes
\na twinkle in her eye
\nand says to me,
\nI\u2019m chasing you my love,
\nthe world,
\nfor what it\u2019s worth
\nbe damned.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Professor, explain the physics of my soul. I feel so imponderable in your box of laws. I do not think we have discovered ourselves. How…<\/p>\n