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The Speed of Light... Spared?( A poem by whonunuwho)
If we were as bright as an Einstein, what a marvelous world this would be,
If each to be similar, that of one kind, no mysteries, all is solved, we'd see.
We'd traverse the plain, and exceed all space, never a limit to any thought,
Such a splendid world, in this our place, to meet every challenge brought.
At speeds, unheard, beams of light to go, the farthest reaches, to explore,
We might travel to stars, all aglow, leave our footprints on some far shore.
Exceeding time's limits, this for sure, traversing spirits, to fly, fast and pure.
Would there be any question unanswered, then, never one to ask again?
If we all to resolve, the formula of energy, solved, as about our sun, we spin,
Might this blue print, as reflecting heaven sent, on old theories not to depend?
The light's speed, squared, times mass, the equivalent to true energy, to last,
Could our mind's measure just how fast, or for each, as much, dice to be cast?
Einstein is quite an enigma, a conundrum, of sorts, heard so much in all reports,
What may be the source of such brilliance, is asked, in its search, no greater task?
If each could look more deeply within the mind, there, what might we just to find,
Perhaps, intelligence, where its hidden, in kind, for often our capacity is so blind!
The honored scientist, knew his brain's capacity, ours in comparison, a travesty,
Some day when we search in gallantry, our own footnotes, to reflect our mentality.
Our new formula for intelligence, not hard, in whole, nor a novice we must console,
How smart, is to study, its length in time, extolled, our self esteem, the only goal!
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