The man in the elevator appears otherworldly
as if he had stepped through a portal
zeptoseconds* before I enter through those familiar doors
on the journey to my own humdrum world
of data processing and data collection.
The stranger’s eyes meet mine and seem to mesmerize
my soul with an invitation to go with him to a mystical land
of never ending adventure away from electrical hum
permeating my part of the multiverse,
and as I look away he vanishes…
I exit the elevator and question am I losing my mind,
as I take my station and login to visit my digital therapist.
*A zeptosecond is a unit of time equal to one trillionth of a billionth of a second.
a millisecond -
like one grain of sand among
all the universe -
history’s hourglass running
on earth and other planets
now imagine this -
all those gaps as one big void
spread out over time
a void which measured would be
one trillionth of unblinked time
Aug. 10. 2021
for unseeking seeker's The Void Poetry Contest
Ye might be feather light, lean or leafy,
You scarce can a spot kiss in a jiffy,
Till a bird be of flight
That flies faster than light,
Jiffy is a birdie a bit iffy.
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Jiffy is equal to about 33.3504 picoseconds (one trillionth of a second). Now, to reach anywhere in a jiffy one must travel one centimetre faster than the speed of light. Can you?
Tongue-in-cheek | 13.03.2017 | humour
Traveling in reverse to right all the wrongs,
Into past days rushing to stop those hours of pain,
History kneeling in shame before its future,
Knowing its yesterdays must answer to its tomorrows,
Each human seeing their one trillionth of responsibility,
Multiplied by brother and sister into a mountain of sorrow,
Pleading to turn back a living clock already unwound,
Dreams buried in yester years that never came true,
Loving so many that they left so carelessly behind,
Only worth measured by gifts of happiness bestowed on others,
Stumbling over heaven bound cobblestones laid thoughtlessly downward,
Unaware of poor crawling faces straining to look upward,
Necks serving as steps for those too richly religious to break them,
Scaling cliffs that once were oceans they came from,
A world spinning backwards into an oblivion called Hell.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Traveling in reverse to right all the wrongs,
Into past days rushing to stop those hours of pain,
History kneeling in shame before its future,
Knowing its yesterdays must answer to its tomorrows,
Each human seeing their one trillionth of responsibility,
Multiplied by brother and sister into a mountain of sorrow,
Pleading to turn back a living clock already unwound,
Dreams buried in yester years that never came true,
Loving so many that they left so carelessly behind,
Only worth measured by gifts of happiness bestowed on others,
Stumbling over heaven bound cobblestones laid thoughtlessly downward,
Unaware of poor crawling faces straining to look upward,
Necks serving as steps for those too richly religious to break them,
Scaling cliffs that once were oceans they came from,
A world spinning backwards into an oblivion called Hell.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
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