It’s Not That It’s Blank and It’s Deep, But It Curves, and It’s Dark
We’ve been forecasting so far
Along rhumb lines, accurate
Only so far. The ocean
Hidden under our numbers
Curves in some way we can’t yet
Comprehend. Our measurements
Yield lovely entanglements,
Mysterious force changes,
Abysmal discrepancies
Between our geometric
Feel for the whole enterprise
And the probabilistic
And fiercely sprite-like habits
Of its smallest explosions.
So far, our calculations
Have served well for portolans,
But there’s something we’re missing
Beyond where we go missing.
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