The Standard Model

What are rhyme and rhythm to a physicist?
Air pushed to match air pushed in the past.
What is all this turbulence to a poet?
Nothing short of the life of god inchoate.
What is a question inscribed in a poem?
A grotesque suture of flesh to a task.
What if our bleeding wasn’t bound to a beat?
We wouldn’t have found God in our reach.
What is the serpent wound up in our words?
Weight from a rapidly rushing upward earth.
What is this motion that everywhere speaks?
The unrelenting force from Ananke.
What connects gravity to the strong at last?
Bare necessity, It's always been as simple as that.
But what connects gravity to a poem then?
Now thats the real question, truly unexplained,
For I see that all the world is conserved
So why all this wasted energy in conjecture?
The world of truth piled with lies and delusions
For mankind’s shown particles countless abuses.
How could you pile up lumps to become
A clump unaware of where it came from?
I suppose that particles are just as uncritical
As men when in crowds, both turn heretical.