Synchrotron - Simon Bookish

Can you see Sirius?

Do you know her luminosity?

Can you read the stars?

Though this is not astrology

Do you know if you’re alive or dead or asleep or awake?

Could you tell at all?

The only journey that I professed to know

Was catalogs and indices

Some queer, bookish Ulysses

Can you build the atom?

Particle by particle?

Can you hear the stars?

And the music of the spheres?

Can you feed the entire population?

Every boy, every girl?

Could you supply them all?

You thought you’d found the answer to everything

Turns out you were wrong

Assumed you weren’t the idiot, but omniscient

But you didn’t build the synchrotron

Can you see?

Can you read?

Can you think?

Can you build?

How insignificant you are