Turbulence

Mystified Einstein. He said he’d ask For an explanation when he died But he wouldn’t like to embarrass God. On the eighteenth of April nineteen fifty-five A wild-haired man tumbled into Heaven Wide-eyed, waving a stick of pink chalk. Hypatia, bored in her martyr’s robe Took note. Well well, said the Pharisees, Things are hotting up around here. And there.

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