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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