Can You Tell Us?

The art you put
Into carving
And gilding gods,
Palms up, palms out,

Serene status
Signalers, small
Or gigantic—
What did you think?

You were so true,
Close to your own
Lineaments.
What did you want,

Really, from gods
You made like you,
From images
Or names? The truth.

That’s Just Stupid

People will talk at length about their lack

Of confidence, but rarely will you find

Someone who lacks the confidence to say,

That’s just stupid, once in a while, even

If only under their breath—That’s stupid,

Or some phrase to that effect, expressing

An instinctive contempt for opinion

On some topic, weighty or trivial,

Or extremely trivial, others hold.

That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,

You mutter, implying you’ve heard a lot

Of stupid things you’re too smart to believe,

But it’s always something someone believes,

Someone who doesn’t lack the confidence

To announce, now and then, That’s just stupid.

Unitarity or Isometry or Other

Your assumptions
About matter
Always matter.

The sum of all
Amplitudes squared
Must equal one.

Or . . . Maybe not?
Dirac’s darling
Isn’t perfect,

Janus handsome
As thought? Options
Increase that keep

Matrix essence,
Evolve backward
Without mirrors,

Miracles, or
Contradictions.
Is that enough?

Must we break up?
This but not this.
Darling, not that.