Touching the Flame
No formula or numbers
as Albert had deigned
The greatest of mysteries
we share one domain
From outside he struggled
to bend back the truth
From inside I journey
its paradox loose
To him it was relative
to me more sublime
That thing we both search for
—the essence of time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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