Black Magic

Wednesday, crowded physics room

Velocity makes me smile because I think of velociraptors

Running, accelerating, like arrows shooting to kill.

Floating formulas fill my roaming mind,

Then demonstration time.

Anybody epileptic?  The enthusiastic doctor who stands poised to bounce
Into another dimension, the physical embodiment of physics, asks.

A question that precedes greatness.

Strobe lights stop gravity before my eyes,

And my heart stops, too, because my childhood dream just became true.

Magic is real.