Mutable
©2015, Olan L. Smith
What is the hue of invisible? Is it yonder?
Ultra violet, perhaps, or infrared on the spectrum,
Or ranges undetectable by small minded beings,
Shifted waves is the solution to seeing what is obscure
To the naked eye. Yet, you demand to perceive
Everything, know everything, understand everything
Without means to comprehend it, conceive it, and
You deceive yourself when you state, "This or that is the answer."
You call them facts, immutable, undisputable, until
Tomorrow when you announce, "New discovery
Contradicts old findings." Your minds are muddled-
The blind leading the blind, leading the headstrong
Into oblivion. You want to see behind the curtain,
And watch me creating you. I am the Observer
You seek; I make waves out of particles, and particles
Out of waves. To see me you must lift a veil,
You cannot fathom, or witness what you
Will never comprehend. How can you measure
Quanta? How does one quantify nothingness?
Go ahead and measure infinity with a twig.
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The Wizard!
PoetryThe Wizard! This collection from Olan L. Smith is a dialogue series that asks questions and ponders evidence about existence. We will take a look behind the curtain to see what the Wizard is up to and what tricks he (she) has up his (her) sleeve, b...
