That curving wall of globe we cannot see,
to which each viewpoint is a reference,
older still than the charted CMB,
and ghosted into deepest inference,
is modelled as a dot, so squeezed in, crammed
with all the energy space-time conserves;
but that's a mathematical sleight of hand:
a magic bean for far-flung ghosting serves.
So does this little window of a phone
contain, constrain and show your resting head,
your blinking eyes and lips that chuckle-sing,
your senses though are windows on a dome
of universe beyond your weary bed,
where memories as sure as planets spin.
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the CMB is the Cosmic Microwave Background, from when the universe was about only 380,000 years old and one point 4 million light years across. That was light, red shifted now to microwave. Before and beyond that the universe was not transparent, before and beyond that was inflation, which yet leaves tell-tale traces in the CMB, and before and beyond that was an unimaginably super-condensed state; yet if we had some information of that from out there it would be so red-shifted and diffuse, that long ago and far away sphere wall, though representing paradoxically the dot of the beginning.
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Bonus poem:- (You lie down - I get up!)
Huntsman Begone
No, you cannot share my bed,
wriggle over face and head,
tickle my poor, numbing toes,
giggle horror in bedclothes.
Huntsman you must hunt elsewhere -
bedrooms you should never share.
Now this pint mug's your transport,
proving I am still a sport.
Beowulf cover slides the lid...
out the window -
shake!
I'm rid.
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