Much Ado About Nothing

A very empty poem! (not unlike you and me)

Just picture this:

Our solar system with it’s Sun and its planets

The delicate dance around that the planets do

Now imagine an incredibly massive hair net

That holds all together like celestial super glue

Now try to conceive of the vast distances/space

between even the closest...or the most far

and how they race at breakneck pace

in lockstep about our star

Step back if you would...outside of our realm

You’ll see our part of the cosmos as simply a sphere

A round vesicle vessel with who knows what at the helm

And no need of a helmsman or rudder to steer

What I’ve just described:

Is naught but a rude, crude similacrum

Of the further digression of what I’m trying to say

That I hope will be obvious to some (and hopefully many)

Who take the time to bear with me today

I’m going to ask you:

Now to take note of a fantastic thing

The amazing similarity of things so dissimilar

You might have to let your imagination take wing

And take total leave of everything familiar

Imagine the smallest of the small:

Then imagine it many million times smaller still

It to, is a universe in it’s own right

It to, like ours, has a centre (nucleus) as all universes will

and like ours can even produce light (excited electrons)

Let us take this comparison even further:

with poetic license let’s call this it’s Sun. Ok?

about which negatively charged particles (planets?)

Rotate in precise orbits in a very planetary way

and are held tight in a circle..(remember the hairnet?)

Now let’s throw distances into the mix:

Imagine the distance from the Earth to the Sun

It’s all mostly empty vast space wouldn’t you agree?

Well It’s the same for the tiny atom

That makes up everything. (for now, think you and me)

Now let’s consider unimaginably empty space:

It is the basic component both of universes and atoms

And since everything including us, is composed of things atomic    `

and has been since the days of Eve and Adam

I’ll get to my point...and my point is anatomic!

Let’s bring this tiresome diatribe to an end:

By realizing That atoms (meaning you and me)

Are mostly nothing and that’s a bit humbling

we’re naught but egos...noisy...but empty

just souls made of holes in empty space

...atumbling...

Author's Note

OK OK, it's too long already!