A Work in Progress

So know below the show of time and place
A googleplex of cupids fly and dance
And they give form and import to the space
Within a universe held in their trance.
They foam within the steel-grey seas off Spain,
And grow in trees that tower in Brazil;
In Canada they snow, in Java rain,
In China glow upon a distant hill.
This physics was developed (as we know)
Before our physicists imagined their
Mad quantum particles that come and go
With wacky randomness – all unaware.
If equally a cupid thinks as little,
It’s out of joy and joy’s joyful transmittal.