64. Since you liked it, I gather… :-)

Here is a bit more poetry by James Kotsybar:

QUANTUM MELODY
— James Ph. Kotsybar

Below subatomic, the particles
slip through Heisenberg’s uncertainty nets.
They cannot even be called articles;
they’re just mathematical epithets.
Though we may say they have up or down spins
(we may even find them charming or strange),
like angels that dance on the heads of pins,
it takes metaphysics to find their range.
They have no shape we can define, except
as bleary fields of energy.  Until
we measure them, there’s no place where they’re kept;
their locus is totally vibratile.
They pluck at space like an instrument string,
at this scale.  Quark!   The hadron angels sing!

UNPUBLISHED FINDINGS
— James Ph. Kotsybar

They granulate the universe to pulp
crashing particles only newly found.
They figure their trajectories and gulp,
“So much data upon which to expound!”
Their energies unbound by quantum course,
they separate the world we think we know.
They rip particles into force by force.
Unification’s where they say they’ll go.
When at last they prove life is illusion,
where do you think they’ll publish the result?
They may just ascend beyond confusion
and leave us in the lurch of the occult,
for once that testimony’s imparted,
expostulation just seems false-hearted.