Mutable

©2015, Olan L. Smith

What is the hue of invisible? Is it yonder?

Ultra violet, perhaps, or infrared on the spectrum,

Or ranges undetectable by small minded beings,

Shifted waves is the solution to seeing what is obscure

To the naked eye. Yet, you demand to perceive

Everything, know everything, understand everything

Without means to comprehend it, conceive it, and

You deceive yourself when you state, "This or that is the answer."

You call them facts, immutable, undisputable, until

Tomorrow when you announce, "New discovery

Contradicts old findings." Your minds are muddled-

The blind leading the blind, leading the headstrong

Into oblivion. You want to see behind the curtain,

And watch me creating you. I am the Observer

You seek; I make waves out of particles, and particles

Out of waves.  To see me you must lift a veil,

You cannot fathom, or witness what you

Will never comprehend.  How can you measure

Quanta? How does one quantify nothingness?

Go ahead and measure infinity with a twig.