This is the last of the revised sonnets, from here on out it’ll be new sonnets.
When young & waif like with a library,
i thought, without the help of any books, about
particles organized by seeing, the actions of unconscious
design, detecting indecisiveness in roundabout ways,
the up-until the observation starts— & if before the Big Bang,
if before is even a place we can begin, such a soup
of indecisive particles existed in suspense, on the cusp
of their creative being, what observed then, to bring
to light that fatal crunch of energy, catapulting stuff the speed of light
300,000,000 metres per second a 1000 trillion degrees
which i don’t even know how to write in 0s?
i was looking for God— now, neither the quest-
ion, nor answer meithers me much. i don’t appreciate the Universe,
God, or even science for making me less curious.