Hedy Lamarr

Shut down servers and go,
I’ll give you my key back;
Swapping coasts and oceans.
I don’t think you need me now;
Mechanisms showing how
Humans live and die
Are set aside.
There is ash beneath the trees
In a wood that’s Viennese.
But I’ve offered everything
Up to the sea.
Tectonic shifts create weak lines,
Submerged by miles.
Those metric tons of ocean won’t confine
What will arise
Like an apocalyptical design.
And if I die,
I was a scientist in these times;
But what if science cannot find
A way to coexist or stay alive.
Crawling out of the sea—
Story sounds familiar—
Breathing air and water.
That is why I switched my field;
Empiricize the slow reveal.
Quantum rifts are real;
They should be sealed.
There is ash beneath the trees
In a wood that’s Viennese.
But I’ve offered everything
Pacifically.
Tectonic shifts create weak lines,
Submerged by miles.
Those metric tons of ocean won’t confine
What will arise
Like an apocalyptical design.
And if I die,
I die a scientist in my prime;
But what if I don’t leave behind
Solutions that exist or come in time?
Take me back if I come,
And I want my key back
Swapping life for theory.