A space in Time left void,
why do the planets revolve,
and will do so, incessantly-
until comets take aim,
and strike center mass;
but, really, then, will we know,
finally, as another black hole
is purported by science hounds
drooling with pomp and a BANG.
and a self-indulgent boon;
conclusions, void of logic.
and, we'll still be where we were
with the same old questions,
exacts as to where in the hell-
Space in Time came from.
FjR-MXVIII
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem