06 August 2014

Gyromagnetic. A metapoem. [Incomplete]

Inspired by the basic phenomenon of the science of my PhD: magnetic resonance; and by the patterns that abound in the nuclear and macroscopic worlds.

All things in this world reverberate. The Frequency of Essence permeates through everything, in my voice as much as it does in quasars – the universe speaking.
What we are and what we do is but rhythm and echo. We repeat the same mistakes and emit values to harmonise into existence the ideals we believe to be of perfect form.
The ordinary in us is a monotone drone. Continuous and predictable till the signal dies out with nary an aspirant spike. The great, the unique, the marvellous – these are deviations in the frequency, shifts in time and power in the oscillations. The previously unknown echoes that break through the noise.
And love surely is the most maddening of spirals. Whether upward or downward, emanating or decaying, the never-ending spinning of body and mind transforms us to something of higher state or leads us to self-perpetuated annihilation. The beat of hearts and the songs hummed in the dark and the truths repeated, wordless but resounding just the same.
Doubtless, then, all things in this world reverberate, reverberate in unison.

Metapoem IV
M.M. — 06-Aug-2014

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