POST EINSTEINIAN WORLD

Every field
moves to another layer
curved by particles
of atoms,words,drawing out
the flavor and favor
in math's added verse
of a clotted Prussian blue color
in a river of life
we are all exiled
as a sponge of time overtakes
our space in a personal prow
on the ship's capsule we hide
our landing in disguised orange
watching through Jupiter
on a ruby-like Mondrian telescope
in the geyser mistaken
by memory or formula
singing Whitman
in the first out of space opera
of an inscrutable pop star.