A star that rose
Under decreasing gravity
The angle of repose
And the crazy velocities
The pendulum that swung
And inevitably stopped
The resonance that rung
To give it all its got
Elongated and constrained
With Hooke going crazy
Stress and strain
Existing in proportionality
Friction just toppled over
Thanks to itself
Fluids running for cover
Unable to support themselves
The errors that don't cease
In any quantity selected
Trajectories defining crease
Forces being respective
A giant supervising the chaos
The constant of the spring
The displacement on the string
The ringing of the bell
The ending of a year
And it's still muddled up in our heads...
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4 comments:
Lmao.
Phy prac as inspiration?! :P
I like <3
I'm sorry, but I really don't understand most of the stuff.
Resonance and crap, ew.
omg!!!! I love this poem!!!!
its too gud....nd sadly too true.
the whole year has gone nd i still cant undrstand nythng....
Bravo! It's lovely, and So true!!
I really love it, and understand it too...
:D
Trust me, even after you pass out, you'll be messed up. Like I am.
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