Richard Spisak

Amaterasu, is discovering you! 

 

Flashing undetected except for the Utah array

Striking with such a high energetic charge

We really can't say.

Coming from an area called the local void

That Is exactly one of the reasons,

that has the scientists most annoyed.

 

The energetic particle the AMATERASU moment,

a wee bit of a high powered cosmic ray,

and that is duly noted!

 

A hundred billion electron volts,

it's something we never seen,

the AMATERASU’s something else,

if you know precisely what I mean.

 

“It rivals the single most energetic cosmic ray ever humans observed”,

it's power is so absurdly quantum chromatically massive,

It's like reality has up

 served and swerved,

We’re entering a brand new ENERGY CLASSES!!

 

The Telescope Array, in the Utah desert spotted it!,

from its unknown dimension detected it, before we thought of it.

FAR greater than any particle, we ever even imagined thought-ical.

Once we detected it and duly took notice,

It's an even a bigger bang than the horniest potus!

 

Comparing Amaterasu to a typical electron

requires some stretching, fetching a picture,

but not some stylish etching. I’ll leave that in the DITCHER!

Any comparisons to the Ameratsu,

in effect is a strain to keep its energy all in view.

It’s to compare the ant’s neck on a graph,

with the extended lengthy neck, of a extra tall giraffe.

 

If an ordinary electron in the polar aura

is 40 thousand electron volts or so we place the order.

when we calculate this one, AMERATSU,

expand your mind,

you’re in for a really major hyper-dynamic energetic JOULE.

 

For Ameratsu,

I’m telling you, we’re up all the way around

an energy profound, of 244 exa-electron volts.

Prepare your mind for a shaking quiver

it no relaxing meta-meandering dolt,

if that does make you quiver.

One Exa-Volt is the kind of juice,

even a megalopolis might really, under-use!

 

1 exa-electron volt equals

a 1 billion giga-electron-volts,

not the kind of juice you’d need,

to power up a modern magazine

with an extra couple billion billion mega jolts.

 

Suffice it's said,

it's darn near enough to wake the dead,

and comb their hair and stuff.

And ol’ Ameratsu, I’m telling you was 244 times larger,

just a wee bit more than’d fit, in a three car garage’r.

 

They once saw a bigger one,

they called, the “OH-MY-GOD” particle,

using a system, quite scientific even methodical.

 It clocked in a 344 Exa-Electron Volts,

which justified the name,

“OH-MY-GOD” particle it seemed

positively MYTHOLOGICAL!

 

That these massive particles come this way,

every scientist will want to say,

comes from where,

or comes from there,

it turns out,

it comes from precisely where the cosmic cupboard is bare.

It comes from an area we call the local VOID!

Right where there's next to nothing,

to ever be enjoyed?

 

That's right, it comes from right in the middle of empty space,

exactly where we’ve just found nothing, 

of even anything, not the tiniest trace!

 

But such high energy beam, should have a source,

it's just that now, we got nothin,

which is damn hard idea to endorse!

 

The Critical Mistake of the Exploding Cake

 

PART I

The curious case

of the corrosive concussive Chocolate cake,

a more mysterious counter-intuitive mistake, you’ll ever never bake.

You could never make for your baking date

What a fiendish mischance, the prancing lance of muddy misfortune danced,

and rang out, at this uncertain kitchen curtain’s parlance,

the trance of the flying splashing particulate dance.

 

The jangled bell, befelling tell and brought forth some mischievous medieval bakers dwarf.

Oh hell! Who then gamboled and frolic’d with no sweet tonic,

leaving a slimey snail’s trail of the wry grimoires.

So that this mysterious mischief would prevail,

growl and howl, to the very skinny end,

of this laudable baker’s powdery flourery tail.

I contend, right to the end.

 

The cake was proffered months earlier before the demands

of the day’s surly service survey

which made the baker so suddenly nervous, to undertake

this timely yet onerous purposeful cake.

The baker knew and could show too, a long successful history

of baking years. all in a row with never shaking scraping fail,

always safely tredding on that mischievous devious hungry tiger’s tail.

 

The Baker never a maker of retched and wrecked chocolate cake

nor a scramble of untrammeled CHOCK-O-LOT hasty pastry!

YEARS of Kooky CAKE Making - years of tear-free icy smears,

whether in advance or in arears. Coming out yer cute little ears.

 

High atop or middlin mixed never a trickling whisker escaped this master baker’s take. Never ever a MISTAKEN CAKIN.!

 

Yet the clocks looming shadow flocked,

zooming the schedule’s gloomy dock!

The bakers brain began to buzz

and before the dust would settle, cuz.

 

Never any ha’penny of a misleading mistake,

she’d never ever needed to make never a bent penny stake!

The fixins’ were loaded deep in the BOWL’s BOTTOM

INNER sparring SPINNER shards for a minute or an hour.

 

Once accumulated in their bard bedecked,

bowl-based bed savored labor.

I said, NO DRED!

 

Then fateful hand hovered over the switch recovered,

the single throttled bottle rocket which

Once the switch was thrown,

into the little bedeviled twice-CLEVER HOME!

 

Speed control owned - Crowed,

start the spinning winning blades on a roll

The blades blend at high speed to send the constituents,

flying denying - gravities grumpy hold.

Out spouting across the kitchen kickin dramatic dust unfold!

 

And when the spinning blades sailed

to convey the cake makings parlayed

and didn't even the most reluctant stay!

 

The batter splattered the kitchen mission’s mettle at large.

Dusting the landscape with a dishelved unleveled layer cake,

slivered shake.

 

Necessitating scrubbery before the kitchen rubbery

restored twice unshored recovery. Goo drubbery.

 

Rain Research
 

Rain research, the tearing wearying. Slow and pause, before the fainting tall fall.

High clouds, Polished by the wild wending winds. High clouds, wispy tendrils curl

Like Living moving things evolving shifting wings, Scattering the sun's powerful beams

that bear the burden wavelets sing, Waves, quanta pierced, brighten molecules bent,

redirected sent by mighty molecular bonds breaking shaking states

Passing paused by the solar passion's paint, to collide and coincide to collect Slaked to break

 

Spinning arcing bumping microscopic dust, pollen, plus those ubiquidous fluid fuss

carbon filaments, Cooler gases slowly gel. Molecular Water Collides, abides

And turning tumbles, Slowly, Aggregating undulating waves, barely break,

water moisture mist, spinning molecular mazurkas, mass threads pass running rivulets

of moisture’s mission, never but ever bouncing in buffeted threads,

Combining, twine-ing all about, dancing, darting swirls and curls of earth

 breath gravity slowly swallowing

 

Bouncy bursting bundles tiny molecular water, fall taking shaking changing hands to blending descend

Thermals bleed off, Leads off, binges bring binging, blending downward seed sendling

Water wrapped around the tiniest particles blending, Surface tension wears its particles proudly

Decorating these tiny scintillating bundles thunders bursting, As the aggregating bundles tremble to tumble

beganing the harrowing billowing ballet and downward sailette.

Without fail they seeking earth tumbling bumping. Growing Glowing, Falling Faster Laughter.

 

When the tumbling water runs down the hills of the wind, Racing the gusts,

Dripping the rippling sky rivers tumbling.  Racing cascades, Into, Puddles at your feet