The Bohr Model

Her twirling splendor thrives as dancing dust
Whose liberty is law, whose poise decrees
The maxim of grace: be yourself, entrust
Life's path to character's necessity.
She sways for only those whose inner light
Illumes her personal imperative.
But mirrored beauty strikes a pose on heights
Of stringent mathematic sedatives,
Reclines in universal portraiture,
Arrests the breath of God's anxiety.
She glows a latent, apathetic hour,
Suspended in a moment's equity,
Till eyes restore rotation to this rest,
A moving form emerges, then draws breath.