how about a beer, a sandwhich, a cigarrette and a woman standing by.
what then does time mean for tomorrow we die.
yesterday i was young, today i'm old and wise.
tomorrow we can not surmise.
an artist draws a vortex full of motion in two dimensions.
the universe sprang forth from symmetric tensions.
tiny elemental particles have a spin that has no axis.
electrons orbit protons with no rational basis.
maping out orbitals of symetrical spaces.
the beauty of which can't be found in friends faces.
some things can't be found even when you look in different places.
such is the mystery of scientific history.
atoms together provide elements.
the properties of which when properly combined provide molecular developements.
the simplest atoms can make a star.
as the result of an attraction that acts near and far.
and the stars inturn make more complicated atoms.
inturn comes a molecular developement of which is hard to fathom.
planets and moons.
men and baboons.
as the universe evolves.
the solar system revolves.
men contemplate baboons and moons.
they write poems that make the ladies swoon.
then it is only to soon.
for there is no time.
only a rhyme.

regards tim