Father Time's Just A Relative - Poem by Karin Holloway
What's this I feel?
It's Space! It's real!
The plane, a line, one dot in Time
strapped 'till still in a system.
Yet even fixed, the point is missed -
only a relative Now exists!
Does 'Z' envelope eternity?
A googol, a plop, will Time ever stop?
It's an Ultimate Motion Machine!
In this swirling goop I curve a loop
in my mind, where there's time
to pace space co-ordinates.
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