Slated with a hand of wit
Fickle fancy flew past the mind
Then captured by a single frame
Frozen was a moment in time
Drawn on knowledge of beyond
Sought for years but never found
Suddenly the day had come
Heaven bends to hallowed ground
Miracle it may have been
Who knows what perfect synapse fired
The equation still is truly awed
For relativity had been sired


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.