Time Travelers

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Time Travelers

“We could warp space-time so much that you

could go in a rocket & return before you set out.”

--Stephen Hawking

Quantum physics

meets

meta-physics

on a gossamer thin thread

of time--                   

                              a transparent throbbing vein,

                            shaped like the living split

                          between the left and right brain.

                              

                              Beyond the veil, time is

                        reputed to be superfluous,

                    where past-present & future

                  are One;       perhaps linear,

                                       perhaps circular,

                                       perhaps amorphous.

Beyond our tiny galaxy,            a cosmos within

a billion-billion universes          a cosmos within

gyrate like hungry pinworms    a cosmos within

devouring rotting flesh,             a cosmos within

like mountains of granite          a pea,       within

being crushed into infinite        God’s half acre--

grains of sand. like munching   beyond 

molecules in a dust bunny--      comprehension,

                                                  beyond

                              imagination, beyond thought;

those stars behind & beyond those dead ones we

see in our night skies, because we are barely able

to cope with the notion that travel outside of our

galaxy will require leaving our body behind in some

sort of cryonic stasis, embarking on a soul journey

after we learn to fold time & penetrate black holes,

expanding our minuscule consciousness--also

consider that

traveling beyond the beyond will only be the

beginning of our cosmic selves, & most certainly

we’ll need poets along on the journey(s) to insure

that posterity will accurately chronicle the 

tumultuous tale of humanity turning itself 

inside-out, to witness Time being filleted 

like a fat flounder, split open to the white

meat, probed, smoked & deboned.

We must become time

travelers in order to be

at one with our gods.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub