Questions on 3 numbers:

Born in the dot in a blink of Gods eye
a fireball of questions began to fly
creating the basics of every recipe dish
thank’s only to the ‘Q’ of initial wish.
But was Q a given, was it meant to be?
or was it the chaos of science we can’t see?

Forming and forming the stars and stardust
and when will we know if it’s all of it trussed?
omega is hidden in the dark that matters
less than us, then the creation shatters.
Into diverse nothings wasting to nil
’til no distraction left but the energy pill.

What if it’s greater, will all be crushed?
Indubitable outcome as inward we rushed.
Back to singular start but in a different form,
back to invisible physics far from now’s norm
Perchance to start a different game all over again
With different numbers where matter is fain.

Then there’s time, an immutable arrow?
Yet the K-Meson can plow a 2-way furrow.
And there’s as yet only 4 that we can bend,
down to planck and up to ‘H’ at Edwin’s end.
Maybe 6 more that some genii can foresee,
coiled round with 4 yet within the other 3.

And what of poor us, where do we fit?
Speculating for the merest, tiniest bit.
A speck of dust insignificantly placed,
while a mote of life adorns it’s face,
coincidence of numbers gives the chance,
for human kind to dance it’s dance.

Mark Broomhall
October 2003