Sunday, July 13, 2014

The Edge

Beyond the edge
There are more questions
Sharp as a razor
The edge cuts both ways
With answers unfound
Stabbing the mind
With particles dancing
Around each waveform
Leading to horizons
We've never dreamt of
A single photon
To light the Universe
Zips past presently
To return to the future
Unpleasantly entangled
To an unknown part
Somewhere only it knows
And left dangling
Like puppets strung up
We wonder what
We dare not wonder 
Where doth the little photon
Go when black holes 
It doth journey to close to
Begs it enter
Never to hear its song again.

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