The mixture bowl of thoughts is now at work
with all the mind's ingredients that swim
within a solvent (science never matched),
where old ideas may join to form a new,
as protozoa join to reproduce,
or as the atom with its strict insides
Casts old electrons off to take on new,
where thoughts revolve about a central mass
and twist and pull apart till ones revolt
is challenged by the nucleonic force
of unity to stay and hold its place
among the whole or to resign, perhaps.,
to something new, that having tried fits well
into the orbit where the old once dwelled.
Jay Cohen