Monday, November 15, 2010

Tachyons


There's no point, looking dull-eyed
at work that won't muster.
Such halls exist where it all rests, immaculate.
Preserved and Dustless,
These points formed me and you.

My paper keeps on folding
Along my World-Line
A fortune sphere exponential,
Possibilities limited, only by light
as snow climbs back to Heaven.

Proving Tachyons . . .
Lovers who never met, laughed and talked,
The meetings did take place,
Only I was not there.


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