Are space and time much too similar,
and maybe in the end exactly the same
Our angle of perception the only difference,
keeping them separate and dually named
If they are distinct where is their departure,
does its sensing begin and end with us
Or is all we see just darker matter,
and in verse—the only thing we trust
(Wayne Pennsylvania: May,2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem