Cosmic Inflation
From one singularity came the exploding spark,
Not yet stars, not yet light, only potential.
A field unseen, stretched taut as thought,
Holding energy like a clenched fist of time.
Expansion surged, a storm without wind,
Not matter racing, but space itself unfurled.
Faster than light, yet no law was broken—
Relativity bowed, not shattered, in awe.
Negative pressure, a repulsion profound,
Bent the equations toward infinity’s edge.
In the womb of the cosmos, space time grew,
Doubling, redoubling, in a heartbeat’s breath.
Quantum tremors, minute as dust,
Were stretched across horizons vast.
Seeds of galaxies, of suns and worlds,
Carried within fluctuations’ song.
What mystery drives the inflaton’s dream?
What hand steadied the potential’s curve?
In equations I see its fleeting ghost,
A pressure that sings of repulsive fire.
And when it ended, it left a gift:
Heat, light, matter, the chance to begin.
The hot Big Bang was its second act,
The stage prepared by a silent overture.
I wonder still if beauty was its aim,
Or only chance in quantum disguise.
Yet in its breath, the universe awoke.
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