Ellos que encuentran la tormienta (finders of storm)

Do you know how to react,

Do you feel how to respond,

Really, you sense out to act

In a stressful environment?

Younger than kids, I stood my ground,

Hopeful that nobody could have found me.

Now I sang as a bird for the deeds of thee.

Violence and rage, drunkful errors, lost trust,

Ladders to climb, one of a kind, a simple mind,

Lost in the wonders of boolean drunk molecules,

Impressed with the fuching stables, 

How did He, Herculian,  clean them?

Gods, demigods and dust in human form,

After all they were all of the same kind,

The type of deep shit, finders of storm.

QED, Dirac equation, QCD, ETH proof of stake

Some time had arrowed after the tiny ciclotron,

When linear accelerators of 1.5 were at stake,

And CERN an idea in the making,

TAC, MNR, T by positron emission,

The Electroweak interaction had the W’s massive,

And the Z boson, which strongly suggested a field 

A wave function which I ignored,

As forgot Tradition in seven hundredth edition,

To invite who might to sign, friends and family

My masters graduation void, the teachers oh,

Except for a strange kind of poem, in a while,

That, about law and jurisprudence, smile,

Was really about particles or pickles, 

So until today, I really go both ways,

Threesome with some real merit only sex, insufficient,

Literature, poetry as apex, physics, epistemology, 

Mathematics, Constitutional Theorie, methodology,

Corporate unlawfulness, money laundry science,

And darkness, hope as despair in most of my days,

As indecisiveness accumulates as the wrath of the fates

Those blues I would have sang without a bang

Those daughters and kids that keep me afloat,

Aloof, proof of wake, nostalgia of white fang.

Although I, honestly, must confess, preferably digress,

The Yokon has lost its charm from London to POTUS

Ill inheritance, a long line of death horses, raw or medium, 

Stakes, 1600 Pennsylvania ball curved, immersed in tedium 

Death without feeling sorry, more in anger to be, to see

Themselves, tamed beast, stronger than fists, friends,

Transformed into a gold tower by the powers that be.

Words to those that lack nunce,

Or WH press and what to confess.

Stones obstaculating social justice & progress