#spacetime
All this data swirling
running rings around
our fixed viewpoints
We cannot build a box
large enough to store
our misunderstanding
There will not be a day
when it all adds up not
one day it makes sense
Tony Noon
Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 2:06 PM UTC
Sipping cerveza with
Beautiful bocce ***** bowling
Through Pacific sands
While the sun tracks into the horizon
Jan 20, 2024
Jan 20, 2024 at 9:02 PM UTC
singularity is
when you hold me tight
on a sapphire night,
magic made
twisted under satin sheets
beneath the nonchalant moon
your intent gaze,
cuts through mist of illusion,
gently whispering “detachment”
from a banausic existence
love and pain
swell deep inside my fragile body,
as i sink
into the infinity of spacetime,
where the gravity of your love alone
bends my aching heart
© 2022
Apr 16, 2022
Apr 16, 2022 at 9:42 AM UTC
Space and time fail to confine the inner workings of this extravagant divine.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 5:34 AM UTC
Stardust complexities
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m
m
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r
out in golden blue.
The exacting clockwork of the cosmos ticks
ponderously
in Kepler seconds.
Chronology here is kept by
the
pendulous
sway
of
planets.
Aeons as minutes.
We are just dust
on the gears.
Galactic flecks,
swept up
in the filigree pirouette of an
astronomical timepiece.
Here, but not here.
Q .
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A .
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. U
M .
and fleeting.
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC
Spacetime warps round her,
Moons colliding, suns implode.
Black hole siren song.
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
Eternity of moments and infinity in seconds
Reality of scale with unearthly dimensions beckons
Millisecond memories last for time immemorial
Each minute an eternity and existing not at all
My wild floating neurons leap through the playground of space-time
A nodal universe I swim through with a reasonless rhyme
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
don’t forget ...
by michael r. burch
for Beth
don’t forget to remember
that Space is curved
(like your Heart)
and that even Light is bent
by your Gravity.
The opening lines of my poem were inspired by a famous love poem written by e. e. cummings. Keywords/Tags: cummings, space, curved, forget, remember, heart, light, bent, gravity, space-time
teacher
by michael r. burch, age 17
teacher, take a look at my life,
for it has just begun
and u think that i am “misinformed”
merely because i'm young;
but the truth is often hidden
(what lies lurk behind ur eyes?)
and maybe Puff can tell u
where the Dragon flies.
teacher, take a look at my life:
urs is a dull-edged knife
(the white-hot blade long blunted).
now ur as cold as ice.
still, when u come to class,
act like u know it all,
for if u show insecurity,
surely wee will folderol.
I wrote "teacher" after hearing the song "Old Man" by Neil Young. "Wee" is a pun, not a typo.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 1:20 AM UTC
Trap in your mirror reflection.
A world Lost through space an time. No rhyme through the disconnection;Of the objection, stabilizing the this infection. You said I'll be one gone well your wrong.
Spreads like some ******* plague.
Colors dancing with me tonight.
As your words turn vague.
Something seem so outright.
You valued your light while I remained your opposite within one with the dark.
Piercing eyes to dish threw the ********
fierce as the mixture of toxins in your bloodstream couldn't you admit.
Trying to find an urge to resist but **** it barley feels I exist. Run astray, warped in the present.
Make it alive. Make it alive.
Or... Strive...to... Real.
Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC
I don't know where my life lies,
on the spectrum of time
woven with space,
set at a panthers pace.
I'm here in this solar symptom.
A perfect distance from the sun,
An idealistic ozone.
The third planet, but still alone.
You're in your solar symptom.
The planet's surface burns hot,
Your atmosphere rich in CO2.
Somehow, I still feel you.
Only an eighth of a galaxy away.
Baby that's still twelve thousand light years.
Subside to the quantum gears.
Your gravity weighs on you heavy,
let it take you in.
Trust me, it will alter your time in space. Setting years at a days pace.
Just hold on.
I'm on my three thousandth light year,
hold fast.
I fear my life might not last.
Your time winds in slow motion.
Baby, please wait.
My time is still the same.
Your days are my years,
and all of my fears.
This vessel will reach you.
Weather my bodies decayed
or you see my last day.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
to the one who knows or examines his existence
explain the relativity of time and distance
from the instance of creation;
the expansion of self
to the bold bearing of a life lived well.
now picture the presence of a proclaimed faith
through the face of a Galilean reference frame
but refrain from the mention of preconceived notions
which pertain to gnomon-wise motion.
© Matthew Harlovic
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC
She wanted space-time
so I left the dimension
to return only when
my name was mentioned.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
As the only sun
dial in my family,
spacetime encompasses
the face of a fallacy.
© Matthew Harlovic
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
Delorean
I would want to travel with you
In a region of the universe
Where you and I
get lost in spacetime
than to arrive at a certain place
of infinite madness and beauty.
I'd like to imagine that stars flicker as we go by
creating paths
creating constellations
as stellar as we feel
Drift lightyears away towards the cosmos
to create an infinite you and I
We were the past.
We are the present.
We will be the future.
We are what we are as we make of ourselves.
I will travel the infinite worlds with you.
I will travel time just to be with you
To make a stretch into infinity
It's October 21st 2015
It is in the NOW
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
Long meanders the line that divided us
While we lived, rugged is the knife that severed
What was a quiet bond between two particles
Of stardust.
From my reserved cloud I can see
The domes on the temples I have never visited,
The ghat that runs by the holy rivulet is solitary,
The mists of human endeavour do not blanket
Those flagstones in warmth or comfort,
All that remains is algae sprawled on the steps
Of the ghat where silence is the spirit
The light and the guide.
Two particles of stardust collide in an instant
In the fluidity of Space time, and all that remains
Is a whisper in history
That once existed two people, separate,
Though begotten of the same dust as the Stars,
Who were united in a flash of light,
And an eternity of peace.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
There be some juice. Light, we cannot drink.
Dark our days that trudge on, laden caravan.
There be some song, to the tune of the winds.
Parched, the baked earth thirsting for a caress
wet from the silken lashes of the sky maiden.
Let's talk to her tonight,
the last lotus is in still-bloom
in the folds of her tresses
as she goes about plucking
stars for her worship-basket.
Soon the earth is covered
in the misty offerings to Deities
at the far end of spacetime.
Juice some there be. Drink, we cannot light.
Caravan laden on trudge that days our dark.
The winds of the tune to song some there be.
A caress for thirsting earth the baked, parched
maiden the sky of lashes the silken from wet.
Let there be light, let there be.
Darkness, we have enough.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
Time mourned
Moving still
At the window sill
Space shook
With what time took
The gravity
Of the situation
Time pushed and pulled
The plush fabric of space
Like to two lovers intertwined
Between their lust
The stars burst
Masses of planetoids
Came together
And broke up
Time and Space
Eternally monogamous
As far as we can tell
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 7:46 AM UTC
Samhain last night
Peering through the veil
Seeking truths
Absolving
Those who believe
In absolutes
Finding
One
Immutable
Fact
The Source is Love
God isn't dead
There never was a god
This idea is anthropomorphic
Navel gazing
Of course
There are no absolutes
This poem
Attempts to capture
A moment
In my spacetime
Relativity
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
I've always been in place,
in situ
Maybe (just maybe) ...
I'm sui generis?
When my lifeline intersected with spacetime on this continuum
I found myself moving toward a collision course with duality and non-duality
Moving towards a zero-point
What are we talking about?
Nothing (Rafelski & Muller, 1985)
As a geographer, the mimetic expression was dualistic
As one plane flowed through another;
as fiat lux flowed through Medicine Rock
I found wisdom
I further explored the duality @ this place
(also known as University of Lethbridge)
The U of L is an interesting duck
It walks like an Albertan university
It talks like an Albertan university
But one of these things is certainly not like the other
The U of L got its chops as a house of learning for the Liberal Arts
Follow those roots and you'll see conduits to another spacetime known as UCBerkley
U of L memetics share material memories from the birth of the Free Speech Movement (1964)
And as Arthur Erickson drafted up his plans for Canada's centennial gift to the Province of Alberta, I'm sure he would have been partaking in the pleasures of this particular spacetime
I'm sure at the very least that he was listening to Hendrix wax on about Castles
As Erickson designed this modernistic monolith called University Hall
There were influences such as Arthur C. Clarke and his novel 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)
He was certainly knowledgeable of the Blackfoot stories of the Old Man
And of course as an architect he would be versed in gravity and how built structures on a slope tend to creep toward base-level
Strange but true, Erickson's first degree was in foreign languages
So what I see is Canada's premier architect wrote a poem for us in 1968
In a foreign language
And that poem would be expressed over the next forty to fifty years
Some of those primary poetic elements were:
Berkley, California
Hippie Movement
Creep (or gravity)
Base level
Blackfoot creation stories of the Old Man
Jimi Hendrix poetry and his savage musical genius
"and so castle's made of sand melt into the sea, eventually."
So let's reinterpret that line to be more U of L centric
(through my glossy apertures)
"and so monolith's made by man melt back into god eventually."
........ ....... ...... ..... ..... .... ... .. . zero~point . .. ... .... ..... ...... ....... ........
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
with all wistfully whispered through the illusions
that reflect against one another to make this life
each breath exhaled alludes to confusion
we take what we get to build shields against strife
one step further is one step out
trapped in a world of backs and ins
we know not what we are but what we're taught
time not a straight line but cyclical beginnings and ends
wrapped in endless beginnings again
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
Healing hands laid to rest
wandering in the near light of sunrise
fumbling for fractals of memory
ambling in the haze of yesterday.
Stolen words and displaced letters
floating in the ambience of space
cosmonauts of distant planets
arms outstretched beckoning
the echoes sent from
a thousand light years away.
Time is an irrelevant motion
tiny air bubbles escorting life
rising to the surface of forgotten dreams
spiraling, pulsating in a heartbeat
chambered by grasping futures.
The underlying fever reaching
inwards and outwards through the soul
seeking the blindness of tomorrow
unfurl their magical delights
wrapped in the glint of a solar cosmos.
Drifting beyond the reach of nature
blackness surrounds with the warmth
of knowing, a million miles away,
as if an undercurrent draws its final breath
behold wonderment far-seeing
leaving strange footprints
that someday others will say:
here stood a sentient being.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC