M-Theory
©2015, Olan L. Smith
The Weaver hangs membranes from his ceiling;
All those quantum tapestries, and invisible
Drapes, dangly sheaths colliding;
While Higgs Bosons trickle through
One dimension to another creating elements,
The things of substance we gaze upon; stars, galaxies,
Nebulae and such. What is the reverse side?
We perceive only our universe with certainty,
Two measurements surely exist.
Perhaps that is where all the dark matter occurs.
Where the membranes touch, it generates
A sieve and siphons substance
From one dimension into the next, each
Quasar thrusts material into our reality,
Via your embroidery; Countless
Dimensions dangle from your ceiling; don't they?
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The Wizard!
PoetryThe Wizard! This collection from Olan L. Smith is a dialogue series that asks questions and ponders evidence about existence. We will take a look behind the curtain to see what the Wizard is up to and what tricks he (she) has up his (her) sleeve, b...
