It begins with the singular

Then complicates.

An embryo's worst nightmare

To multiply too many

And discard a familiar friend

So one dies

 

Love be the perfect poison

For the imperfect

Only the ugly suffer true love.

 

The world is an atlas

Of invisible physics,

Equations tame confusion

For soldiers of academia

And the poor parachute

Toward calculus without wings.

 

People observe the sky

Desperate to know the universe

As an owner

But we will always be the servant,

Our greed deserves it

For we still do not understand

That knowledge is a tranquilizer

And most lack the addiction.