Quintessence
Quintessence
From the scalar field it looked loose and playable
It appeared as if something were real and affordable
As if affordability was not an issue at all
As if the shorts of a chronic team had been pulled down
And they were wordless and agape
Einstein was rapidly combing the locks of his sparse hair
The ghost of Feynman was giving an interview in a stripper bar
It appeared from a drunk’s perspective
That tall lifeless boogey forms were serving brunch
To the rumor pecker
To the man who chased atoms into dark caverns
He speaks of a scalar field
One divorced from the rest of spatial reality
In the wing the snoopers were taking notes
They had obliterated the notion of space/time
Torn down the works of two hundred years
With the aid of a word processor.
poem by George Murdock
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