Coming Down from Heaven
Grand spaces are supposed to make us feel
The world is wonderful, like symphonies
Presume to capture skies and make us kneel
Before the universe. Large symmetries,
Like Khufu’s pyramid, or Newton’s squared
Principia, or like the perfect spheres
We used to guess composed the cosmos, paired
As idealities beyond our tears,
Are backgrounds to our widest thoughts and dreams.
And what arises as resonant as
These three-dimensioned shapes? Their meaning beams
With what the gem-cubed Holy City has.
Yet what we really are is in the play
Of atoms’ balances in DNA.
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