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Wire pulling

On the bus today
I heard two suits
getting into it
on physics

one guy was talking
about string theory
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and how we
and every part
of us
down to the atom
and subatomic particle
might as well be
connected
and pulled
like wires
by some master puppeteer
only the guy didn't like
the idea of a puppeteer
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sounded too much
like natural theology he said
the holy rollers
liken God to a potter
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shaping woman
out of Adam's rib
and the moderates
see the hand
of a watchmaker
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in all of life
either way
what happens
and how it all works
is down
to some higher power

he liked random
and was happy
to be intrigued
by how much
like order
it all looks
when you are not looking
through a microscope
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the other guy
didn't seem to know much physics
and his thinking
was more Greek
than Christian
he said
string theory
sounded an awful lot
like Zeus
or Apollo
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having all
of us
and everything
on a golden chain
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which he is free
to let out for a run
or draw
back to himself
at pleasure
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when we got downtown
and the suits got
off the bus
nothing had been resolved
they said they agreed
to disagree
I'm not sure
about what
random man
was sure
his office was going
to be where it always was
order man
said he trusted
the 3 day forecast
and was glad
of the rain
saying the farmers need it

I felt sure
the potter
the clockmaker
and Apollo
were all the same
but what do I know
I have been burned
so many times
by the 5 day forecast
and I'm still looking
for an office to go to
in the chaos of talk
and strawberries
and hot house tomatoes
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