Friday, May 20, 2005
Looking Back to the Future
Beneath my feet a runway carpet
Of mowed green plants,
I recognized the grass,
The weeds I can’t.
What do we really know,
Looking back,
Beyond the interregnums,
Copernicus, Newton, Darwin, Einstein …
Surely, another paradigm cracked?
Beneath my feet a runway carpet
Of mowed green plants,
I recognized the grass,
The weeds I can’t.
What do we really know,
Looking back,
Beyond the interregnums,
Copernicus, Newton, Darwin, Einstein …
Surely, another paradigm cracked?
