The Origins Of Wormholes - Poem by Patti Masterman
The ancient Persians had a saying
About the body being formed by certain
Elements forced to cooperate as a whole
That together formed the body;
That it was always trying to die, the body~
The constituents always straining,
Like a flock of birds, to leave;
Fly apart, go their separate ways
Back to the simplest state.
In modern times when the birds of the body fly,
Often it is the inside of some hospital.
It may be the departure of newly- freed souls
Leaves indiscernible, quantum-scale
Holes within the walls and roof,
As they float outward and upward,
Like bobbing helium balloons~
The exotic matter being the opposite
Complement to the physical..
On a certain day, the building load,
Having been exceeded, because
The invisibly ricocheted structure
Could no longer support itself;
The hospital might spontaneously crumble
Like a well-timed demolition and
The news reports would call it
Another mysterious building collapse.
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