Particle Poetry

By: THeath
Competition Year: 2013
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Atoms with protons
electrons and neutrons.
Muons and gluons
phonons and photons.
It’s strange how science
is built around rhyme,
The charm in nature
a factor of time.

If we go up high
or down to the ground,
To the top of the sky
or below all the sound.
Nothing is different
it is all the same.
Just different orders
of lines like a game.

And yet how different
each of us are
Your quarks are my quarks
but yours are bizarre.
One day in the future
all will come to an end.
What happens then?
We can’t comprehend.
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