Like a ripple, as a notion of a breath,
a glint of your essence, is this conception
of a contextual depth; in a sense, and as
a matter of fact, a revelation of an
erogenous zone, for us transcribed,
into a quite unique, and tender tone.

And then, I swing my telescope the other
way around, to look at things like these
from angles new, to realign; as I dive into
your eyes, but a quark, devoid of lens and
chart, you lead me beyond and above,
those things I new for sure, into a prism
so refined, to become, an integrated part
of ur minds. There, within your wondrous
well, please, may I marvel, tumble and play?

Then, in a slow, yet sudden shift, things
no longer tend to be the same,
as time and space play hide and seek
with no intention, as it seems, in
consulting me. As points of reference
decrease, oscillate my GPS, mutineers
within my mind take command, and I,
I fall asleep, until, with a ripple, circadian
birds come flying in, and, I´m awake again.

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Physics, is represented by the first stanza;
Chemistry, by the second, and Physiology and
Medicine by the third.

The subjects of these fields of research tend
to be very theoretical, yet not, they are actually
about very concrete phenomena, and abstractions
and theoretical models are only tools we use
to get a grip of their manifestations.

Our most important tool for this is mathematics;
another one, especially within the arts,
is images, (simlies and metaphors); within music,
visual arts and literature, this has always been
quite common.

The, "quark", in the second stanza, is a metaphor,
about me.
The drawing is my own and I am the one
who reads the poem.