The matter realised at this point
Of all the mesons and the quarks
Between the interstitial joint
Were none of matter light or dark
But matter hitherto unknown
And undescribed by natural law
The fact remained that it had grown
Upon the interstice, and more
The matter in itself was strange
And in this state it was to bide
Across the interstice it ranged
The hadrons plaintively denied
That such a thing could yet exist
A physical solecism
It seethed within obscuring mist
The interstice became a schism
A membranous division parts
The matter travels, as a beam
Diffuses as its journey starts
The product of a quantum dream.