Plato in the Timaeus wrote-" Now of the two triangles, the isosceles has one form only ; the scalene or unequal-sided has an infinite number." -Something to consider…imperfection takes countless forms from the most basic, like nature, yielding countless varieties until the power runs out.
The unified field
was a dot with all time
for-itself
without extent
as if exiting non-being
a suggestion from the progenitor
a thought of extension
expansion and inflation
sending time and gravity to be and become
nature with Timaeus’ guideposts
mile markers if gravity splitting
with the strong next
leaving the electroweak to full throttle Higgs, Electro-magnetism and the Higgs
crashing particles acquiring mass with hydrogen and light
flooding being the Universe called the scald
cooled down over eons clumping together
pie crust galaxies forming
quantum foam noaming
agitated like a can of spray wax
disinclined to wane
Nature was born like a gumball machine of stars and planets
gimbaled and symbols with black hole pockets
centering in galactic sprockets
Newton’s Liebnizian wheels of machines
where sentients could dream
additional things
Thales speculating of the nature of water
and how time is interpreted like roaring shockers of ink blotters
moments in temporal fields crash like waves of rhymes
life arising from circumstance designed before time
struck a thin vacuum hosting fur fields
like a dream unknowing of anything real
Heraclitus and Parmenides believed nature would grow
and things emerge from that which does show
yet lizards as large as a barn would command
researches of wizards of mathematics and cans
excavating below furrows for bones of the beasts
grown like artichokes, persimmons and leaks
It’s green and red and black and white
stone and magma, cellular and light
with leaves complied like shadows buried in years
millennia deep crenellations before stratifications keep
records with carbon dated peaks
Membranes and dimensions grow with damped force
changing with pressure from a pre-destined course
order from a point of time in null-space
extracted relatively, minus eternity prima facie
Nature is spun with Abelian gauged fields
contrary to nothing, everything reveals
more of the something; the stuff that dreams are made
shaking spears with strings and quarks
are punctuations to momentarily go dark
The spirit of God
is the host of nature
thermodynamic waterfalls and quantum rivers
with sharp, stark hot and cold
that may give life shivers
and wonder about all that breathes
everything rising and breaking down to knees.
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