Harley White

Before The Big Bang - Poem by Harley White

What sparked the Big Bang?
Should we give a dang
how the experts debate
as to what might predate
it or seemed to exist?
Speaking for me,
I cannot resist
a fantasy spree
of drifting away in reveries vast
about our fabulous, fathomless past…

Utterness whereabouts always were there,
and singularities melt in thin air,
when we consider an alternate plan
of how life began—
the yin and the yang—
how galaxies sprang—
before the Big Bang…

For what if in fact
the notion is cracked,
and in Big Bang's case
it didn't take place
to set up our pace
in deep outer space?

Now there's a new theory
that's smashingly eerie
of what may have been
and what we're within.

In that map we float through a universe bulk
of massive four-D— an incredible hulk!
It's hard to imagine what's largely unknown
as we dwell in a three-D brane of our own.

We merely glimpse shadows, as in Plato's cave,
with fallible senses, to which we're a slave.
We, too, see illusions as what must be true
and don't catch the whole, which is never in view.

So giving a hang
a holler, or hoot
about what went on
ere time's early dawn
before the Big Bang
might be a point moot.

That big banging bang,
that whang of a clang,
they are saying could be
a mirage in three-D,
when a star collapsed from a four-D world
(and inwardly, spinwardly, madly swirled)
into a black hole; and then we were cast
from part of the wreck of that inbound blast
outside an event horizon, so as
not to be sucked into all of that jazz,
and singularity razzamatazz…

Did wyverns emerge
in dragony surge
with saurian twist
from mythical mist—
(anything could have—
maybe they would have
if dear Dr. Seuss
were still on the loose) —
before the Big Bang,
that whang of a clang—
that big banging hell
exploding pell-mell—
in walloping burst
that we have been versed
to think was first cause—
yes, one of those laws—
but lately hear tell
maybe never befell?

No, perchance the Big Bang just didn't befall.
It might not have happened at all.

So was the Big Bang a cosmic mirage
from universe visioned in camouflage
(wrapped round an event horizon montage,
when spewed from a four-D black hole barrage)
behind our three-dimensional blind?
The images boggle the mind!

I've lived countless lives of fairytale scale,
had fanciful dreams far beyond the pale,
even conceived of scenario grand
in multi-braned bubbled baffling land
sketched on the firmament by heaven's hand,
preceding the staggering Sturm und Drang
we speak of in slang
as simply Big Bang…

But let us let go
of seeking to know
for whom the bell rang
before the Big Bang
(a premise that may
soon appear passé) ,
which, well, in a word
could not have occurred
in this novel scheme
from that science team
who authored the theme
of Big Bang, bye, bye,
and gave reasons why
with math to comply…

So, bye, bye, Big Bang,
that whang of a clang—
bye to all the fun
with zinger or pun…
Big Bang's had its say…
Perhaps its heyday
does not with a bang but a whimper end…
What wonders await us to comprehend? !

There's not much we know of which we are certain…
To close the shebang and bring down the curtain
on Big Bang, let's say it has played a great role
as part of the picture— just part of the whole…

< August 20,2014 >

Topic(s) of this poem: stars

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Inspiration for poem came from an article at Perimeter Institute for Theoretical Physics, entitled 'The black hole at the birth of the Universe'…

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, July 31, 2015

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