Physics Poems           

In truth, the particles are crossing waves

So, intricately, stuff called "matter" raves

Heat-rippled lights spew out a silent roar

Across the ages, universes, more

On, on, and on unend

The open (something) mind then makes

Eternity to soothe its aches

To nothingness

I know how harsh God is.

The Murder-Mercy match races are on.

What am I doing in these cleats?!