What is this
I can't see the forest for the trees
Where am I in this
I don't know what we'll do
It's a mystery I can't solve
We're on our own, my dear
It's not a practical world
The lies pour out like rain
That falls upon the subjective
We see it coming
But we don't pay attention
To the fracture in the universe
A 'what is this' sketch.
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Art et Poésie au Crayon Livre suivant (Art and Poetry with a Pencil Part 2)
PoetryThese are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases. This is poetry book No. 8
