Time Unquantifiable, Where Mass Has No Meaning
In the hush between ticking seconds,
I found no time—
only the curve of light,
bending where all thought dissolves.
Mass lost its anchor; gravity forgot its pull.
Space trembled,
soft as silk under unseen magic fingers.
Equations wept for meaning soft in the dark,
their symbols,
reaching for warmth like stars unborn.
I dreamed of clocks that breathe, of suns at rest—
their fire untethered, their hearts without mass.
In that realm, where the apple fell up.
the moon danced without orbit or chain.
Light was in love, undiminished by form,
and I—observer and dream alike—
watched infinity fold itself into silence,
Hearing a child’s mind closed all alone.
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