Waves of More
A ripple in a medium,
waves on our reality’s shore,
Individuals existing,
as crests of something more?
Colorful manifestations,
With captivating tales,
playful propagations
— through spacetime as…
celestial memoirs.
We refract, reflect, and interfere,
Combine and procreate,
We lament our own existence,
but do we love to celebrate!
Conductors such as we are,
with orchestras of sound and light,
and waves of such various forms,
spreading out across the night.
Daring dances — delicate particles!
Some discovered some yet not.
we ride the astral currents —
and dance with what we’ve got.
But assume now no Creator,
for many think such as wise;
is it inevitable then — entropically,
that such waves always arise?
Against the backdrop of such vast expanse,
Where stars collide and dance,
And space expands…
Amidst this wondrous, majestic scene:
a certain march, towards some sort…
of sentience machine?
…and the bulge upon the surface,
of a cosmic trampoline.
