Wednesday, September 25, 2024

Dipolar

They wouldn't believe it, I dare say

Love, like gravity, bends time and space,

Slowing down relaxation to lifelessness

As eternity diffuses into relative alternates;

Only for lab-based mortals to realize,

Love is but only one part of a dipole,

Where the other end, equally present

Produces a sound repelling force,

And us, mere humans, oscillate

Unaware of either the source, or the end.




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