Oxymora

I’m a wrong tautology,
a broken analogy
of a true contradiction
that lost all direction.

Directionless I walk,
vectors become closed loops;
Wordless I talk,
collecting vectors into uncountable groups.

I’m a true contradiction,
don’t falsify me
or you’ll lose all your affection
towards everything I used to be.

I’m the burning ice
of a predictable dice,
the frozen fire
of your very last desire.

All I can hear
is the void of tranquillity,
the mirrored reality
in which I am, now and here!

Laplace and Poincaré

Laplace and Poincaré
and the ways
they saw the universe
were indeed contradictions.

One thought;
cause and effect,
that must be,
utterly strict.

The other one supposed
there must be more than that,
a speciality
with a kind of pure uncertainty.

In the eyes of Laplace
the cosmos is a clockwork
whose functions could be determined
only by causality.

Other than that,
in Poincaré’s eyes
the universe is chaotic,
simply unpredictable for exact outcomes.

The battle between
determinism and probabilism
is excerted
in far higher levels now.

Can you hear the melodies of Quantum Mechanics
that fight against the rhythms of General Relativity
and fusion in the most beautiful way
to form the symphony of our universe.