'Quantum Fluctuations' Poem by James McLain

Within the trembling quantum foam,
A spark unseen, a hidden dome,
Where time folds back, a shadowed stream,
And whispers birth the brightest dream.

The stars are threads in endless weave,
Reality a web what we perceive.
Yet deep beneath, the silence stirs,
An ancient pulse, the universe.

Negative time, a mirrored face,
Dances in void, defies our place.
Relativity bends light's embrace,
Drawing soft curves in endless space.

Each fluctuation, a fleeting hymn,
Sung in the vastness, eternal and dim.
A moment born, a moment gone,
Carried by waves we trec upon.

Oh, time, a phantom we seek to bind,
Yet in its grasp, we too unwind.