Comments about Roy Griffin
Notes Toward A Reply To *on The Nature Of Things* (Lucretius)
I am not a bona fide ghost
In any sense well-known to most.
I've never bedded in a berm
Or been provender for a worm
To put it baldly, completely shorn,
I've never taken human form.
I live between all space-time worlds
Inter-quantum foam, x-dimension curls-
Your middling astrophysicists
Do exceed their proper business
Proclaiming finitude of space
As clerics do, limiting grace-
The thing about where I reside-
Pure Translation can abide.
If civilized ants of another star
Resonate with who you are,
Perhaps I'm why you feel faint needs,