By a Floater

Quantum physics, string theorems, hyperspeculations,
Conviction, passion, love, loss and evil desperation:
These very subtle, very few give each of us a Pair:
A raft of scraps or perfect green, and steel and silken hair.

The raft of scraps can perfect green, and prefect green despair.
But what can make a Raft from rafts is steel, silken, fair.
The threads that bond us friends, family, lovers, allies same
Will hold Us safe when troubled waves will weave their fated Bane.

Let no despair make threads unseen or decorate the Deep.
For truly beauty lies in threads that spread and also keep.
Let unseen threads perfect Our scraps and green rafts spread their Green.
For in the end we all will see the universe in String.

This poem is dedicated to friends and friends-to-be who haven’t felt so well, lately. Remember your Strings (and Strings-to-be). We are always there to listen.