©2014, Olan L. Smith
Threads―a tapestry woven like fine silk, which illuminates, encompasses
The ultra-sub-atomic plane of existence. Weave your web Little
Spider, attach your strings from wall-to-wall of your spheroidal
Parallelogram. Billions times billions is the number of your trips within the orbed box
Till every moment is spun, every deed is done, and every lifetime lived;
Still, you weave invisible quanta, and we are your theater, behind a veil of black.