Perfection but for a second

I have been thinking about the following poem for a long time. Yesterday I finally reached the point that I could write it down. It is about science and it's fallibility. I would much appreciate constructive feedback. I hope it makes sense.


thought as a wave
rolling and changing

life as an angle
predictable and chaste

the line too small to see
but there for some in a dream

to imagine that power could be yours
to imagine it would work for you

perfect creation
life in the eyes of a child

Now to let go for a second
to speak as one should not

every single thing in existence is unique
from rain drops to apple ipads

some seem to think that life can be contained in a box
yet through infinite diversity it will always escape