1. Unwritten Physics
We’re not cursed, nor crowned by fate,
just atoms learning to speculate.
A shimmer in the cosmic sea,
asking what dark energy might be.
No unseen hands ignite the stars;
they burn because they simply are.
Yet here we stand, small, electric, wild,
naming constellations like a child.
They call it sacred, sealed divine;
we call it questions traced through time.
Beyond the reach of every sight,
dark matter hums, we’ll get it right.
Let prayers drift soft, let dreamers sleep;
we’ll trace the truths the galaxies keep.
For even silence, vast and deep,
holds answers waiting in its keep.
Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo
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