Process X

When we look closer at the world
In the nature of things is to be observed
Not this after thought we believed
The fundamental thing about matter

Doesn't want to be before
How we see in the future
Quantumly there is none preferred
How we see in the future

Math can take you anywhere
I've come to enjoy dating my prose
We don't know if prime numbers end
Nor what their pattern truly means

Perhaps you do

Economics the science that we lie with
Why we make all others second class

We are a second class species
Neanderthal the only species we say brain size doesn't matter
Problem with processed is diminishing returns
our numbers aren't working

Bon Bon Corner

Driving other people's vehicles
At unsafe speeds
Through populated areas
Is what we called it

It was a time and space
The world moved through
They were the children of Bosnia
For a small place so many

Not so much about their numbers
But our speed
For a time it was the slowest place in the Balkans
"Bon bon." Someone had shared candy

We never heard the end of it
The other roads opened I still hear

A Square

Constrained contained cajoled
There question is essentially direction
Does time have an arrow
Why would it

There doesn't seem to be much reason
The simplest thing we believe
The hardest of things to explain
Entropy the vessel

Ever increasing ever defeatable
The math can find a cold death for everything
The universe shouldn't really exist
If there were no reason there would be no matter

Dark forbidding by definition
Crooked path worn straight through
Ideas can be changed
The math can be made to work out better

Four sided seasons seen with precision
Straight lines one side to the other across even
We find what the universe seems to have little
Well far from each bit clear reasons

It takes these larger sizes to make small things

A Round

We fought about what day it is
The season takes no heed
Don't believe in climate change?
Climate change believes in you

We don't take a circle round the sun
It is a spiral dance we never return
The great attractor not what you would think
Such a great name for something we have no understanding

Probably another universe crashing
Collision is a form of creation
We accelerate atoms to smash them
They accelerate naturally to miss each other

Most of the universe is rather boring
We never go back
Never have to
Nothing is relative twice

Everything and forever a round
Simultaneous we don't perceive is our skill
We call it a circle to simplify
A nother one complete

If you have been in love you would understand
It is time love needs no other equation really does