5/18/11

I went inside a tube today,

And then the tube looked inside me,

And as it watched me where I lay,

I wondered how much it could see.

It saw through clothing, hair and skin,

These things were nothing to behold.

And then it deeply delved within,

Observing muscles, blood, and bones,

But can it’s metal eyes define,

Inclusive images of man?

Though flesh and fingers type these lines,

From whence they’re wrought shows not in scans.

5/17/11

The first thing people try to do,

To overcome their fear and shock,

When they encounter something new.

Is try to fit it in a box.

And if the substance, shape, or size,

Cannot be fit efficiently,

Containers shall be customized,

To keep the thing from roaming free.

Not everything is so defined,

Or permanently set in stone.

Or clearly one way all the time,

Alas, some things remain unknown.

Yet still, so many must insist,

Each has it’s place and nothing bends,

And they will, no doubt, argue this,

‘Till someone builds a box for them.