Primordial Wizard Soup

©2015, Olan L. Smith

Stir the soup, mix it up, and make it worth

Your while, must be like cooking linguine with

All those quantum strings to stir.  Perhaps

Our troubles are being part of your

Ingredients; you can't help but things

Go bump, and sparks begin to fly. 

I wonder how many threads it takes

To make a star?  Everything seems to be tethered,

Linked together like one big quilt.  You tug

On one side and the whole damn thing moves. 

Elements, yep, what we are, some hodgepodge

Of nothing whipped up for your amusement.