#physics poem

A silly "Elfchen" in German.

Quantenschaum

und Quantenwitz;

Darin liegt Bizarres,

das nie ein Mensch

begriff.

... roughly translates to

the way it feels to orbit you to be wrapped around and enclosed by you newton’s 3rd law stating the force between two particles acts along the line between their positions, is it enough to wish upon binary stars?

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they say two-body motion is planar that is the motion of two bodies with respect to each other always lies in the plane, flat assuming two bodies interact only with one another

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assuming two bodies like the look of things assuming one buys the other a drink first baby, where is your barycenter this, the energy of the two-body system it’s kinetic the friction the

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the Pangea inside me crackles and spits it’s not surprising that I’d end up this way

gravity pushing in and pressure pushing out caught in an endless tug of war with my cells

eyes flickering between green and brown easily swayed by the color of a shirt or the angle of the sun

my mom says the dichotomy doesn’t define me that maternal spiritualism and paternal capitalism

do not contain opposing definitions but its more than just the frayed ends of the divorce

the noises all become too loud when you are always defined as separate

as the other parent, as the other friend, as the other side northern and southern Italy declare war within me

insult the other over the bargaining table of my heart and seconds turn into light years

swords and javelins become guns and heavy tanks and iron weeps something congealed and red

and I think I understand now, why Van Gogh cut off his ear why Oppenheimer slashed into the cores of atoms

war is etched into the spiral coils of my DNA chaos tingling at my fingertips

and the only way to be heard over the subversive cold war between the two is to shout even louder

contentment cannot be found in mutually assured destruction or in billowing white flags that make blood look even redder

stalemates leave a different kind of devastation in their wake the type that has every atom in my body vibrating

a battlefield amputation to save the larger body but really every fight or attack or skirmish looks the same

at the end of it all comes the persistent radiation the flooded trenches and pocked earth and mass graves

and undetonated bombshells future generations will fearfully tip toe around on their way to school or work or….

a battlefield of self-destruction held in potential energy I know they hate each other more than they hate me

but for them an outright declaration is another kind of failure my atomic bonds have already begun to fracture

my physics lesson today was very romantic so i was inspired to write a dumb poem. it could be tweaked, but whatever, i wanted to post it now.