The Waves

The Waves

In pale pink cubicles

Spines slowly coil and

Wait to spring.

Each day just an obstacle

To be endured, to be

Raked up again.

 

There are waves, there are waves,

Gravitational waves.

 

Stock markets crash and

Investors are spooked, you worry

As pensions fluctuate.

And the paint that is peeling

And the mortar that’s dusting

Contrive to infuriate.

 

There are waves, there are waves,

Unimaginable waves.

 

We search for a high,

Losing all meaning in

The physics of the thing.

Waves swell and steel

Themselves, then surge:

You miss the wave again.

 

There are waves, there are waves,

Deep in space, there are waves.

 

The toddler’s particles are

Colliding and smashing

Disrupting frail habit.

Deep below Earth

Men bury their money and

Accelerate deathbound doubts.

 

There are waves, in the ground,

In the cemetery graves.

 

As you look, always

Things change, and nothing

Can touch the internal

Mind. And find that time

By its nature and pride

Leaves nothing, even names, eternal.

 

There are waves, there are waves,

Gravitational waves.

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