Dreamy Eyed Race

Visions of Angels are not scarce,
for us,young dreamy eyed Race.
Some say that aint real ,
But what is real anyway?
Nothing is ,not even science,
If you can Contemplate the Quantum Play!

Where the electron spins,
In her own ideas of waves,
In the great Atomic Grace,
Not knowing who she is ,
Yet never the momentum cease

Such is our world ,
Of dreamy young eyed race,
Into the intergalactic space
Where we see our Angels Dancing,
In the starry cradle of dust ,
Where birth is, without lust

Born are our dark angels ,
From Supermassive Black holes,
That hang in emptiness ,
They must be laughing at you,
Who say order is due,
Who pomp in their reason ,
Caught in the rational prison,
Of rules ,structure,season

But Universe is Chaos ,a Haze,
A happy wobbling tear,
on the Angel’s face ,
And For our Dreamy eyed race ,
This is the only Holy bet!