Strange New Matter

In a clump of strange new matter --

Gluons, muons, pentaquarks,

Mercury for the Mad Hatter --

Crux and apex on a lark.

Flightless Dodos frolic yonder;

Crickets chirp of dewy hearts;

Weary limits torn asunder;

Stripped be veils of our warts.

Seize the day and shape it your way;

Paraphrase the Universe;

Recompile rolling through hay;

Grab the reins and ride the horse.

Reify this wish of mine;

Sow the teeth and reap the troops;

Life indeed is not a crime --

Why must people jump through hoops?