Dynamic domain of our wondrous universe,

Told in verse, is of necessity, rather terse.

Gleipnir, Norse mythology’s tiny, powerful chain,

Is unifying principle Mr. Tuzo uses to explain

About force and matter and all in our world.

I translated it to poetry that is now unfurled.

Force lines hold all in place, make things go,

Invisible web connects bodies, macro and micro.

Stars, planets and asteroids, sub-atomic sands,

All pull at each other with strong elastic strands.

A body has spinning force lines radiating to,

And from, every other body directly in its view.

In entanglement, each body, all others nurse,

This background matrix mothers the universe.

Bodies collide and their paths are deflected,

A re-structuring of force lines is affected.

Unlike Gleipnir, can shear at times, of course,

With overwhelming stress by a counter force,

And fuse to another line of similar spin, polarity,

Snap back tightly, and instantly resume parity.

Motion is a disproportion in lines of force.

A body balanced relative to all, of course,

Moves neither up, down, left nor right,

With no “incentive,” it just hangs tight.

Inertia is resistance as side forces crack,

 Also from behind, force lines pull back,

So inertia measures a body’s mass—

“Change of vector/velocity” resistance class.

Orbit is confined by parent’s pull on satellite,

Equalized by aggregate tug of each star site.

Yes, stars pull earth equally as does sun,

Centrifugally forces annual elliptic run.

On micro scale, Strong Force gives mind fits,

But it’s only gravity between like-sized bits,

For quarks are close, mutually shield one another

From matrix gravity, each stays near its brother,

Yet doesn’t touch. If gap between closes too much,

Mutual force lines can’t complement, matrix wins,

Enough to pull them away from near embrace,

To equilibrium: quark partners and matrix space.

Still at micro scale, particles of disparate size,

Can’t mutually shield each other from matrix eyes,

So Strong Force is less able to retain separation,

Allows the most amazing touch in all creation: 

Source/destination connectors populating skin,

Flow to particle least populous, new identities win.

Yes, the Weak Force redistributes force connectors,

Converts touching elements to wholly new vectors—

Actually changes an element into a different one.

Imagine if we could control this, so much fun—

We could perhaps make gold from lead, get rich.

“Oh, alchemy ’s been tried? Well, son of a b*tch!”

Anyway, you hear of these particles of matter,

Protons, neutrons, anti-particles into the batter,

Positrons, hadrons, leptons, quantum loops,

Satisfied and unsatisfied particle groups,

Quarks up, down, red, blue, green, the whole range,

Quarks top, bottom, even quarks charm and strange,

Then there’re “forces” gluon, boson that folks “found,”

And electromagnetic continuum in which we’re bound.

Electromagnetism is various phases of pulsed light,

Some we see, some need machines to make bright,

It’s the colors of the rainbow, plus all invisible spectra,

Some quite useful—radio, TV, microwave, etcetera.

Photons are to electromagnetism as vehicles to a road,

Some, tall trucks, others, short cars, all in racing mode,

Pulse runs on radial roads (bundled electric force lines),

Across magnetic bundles that act like springy fork tines,

Pulse wedges under a tine, is shot to the next,

Propagated endlessly as springy tines are flexed.

Originating pulse identical to those propagated,

The light from a star travels years, not abated,

Yet star itself could be moved or annihilated,

‘Til event’s light arrives, can’t know how fated.

So of “particle waves,” Strong Force and Weak,

Quanta, photons, and para-photons we speak,