Omniverse
The fish was from another time; in my time he was dead.
I stopped to look him up and down, he stared right back and said,
There’s consternation on your face, perhaps I should explain.
Keep it simple, I implored, don’t cabbage out my brain.
The explanation you require is one of elegance
And for a fish so dead, I thought he spoke with eloquence.
I sense your dread, the dead fish said, but please do not be frightened;
I’ll share the secrets of the world, if you would be enlightened.
He held me with his fish eye lens and spoke with rasping voice
I stood enrapt, engaged, ensnared; I had no other choice.
I’m from another universe, our time curves coincide
A minute probability has brought us side by side
A gateway is created at this point where here I lie.
A turnpike, I suggested, but he let that one go by.
What you see when you see me is not what you expected
But that’s because you’re looking from your goldfish bowl perspective.
Contemplate the stars and watch your universe expand;
See it from a point outside to help you understand.
It makes a little sense, I said, and can I call you Pikey?
I have been called many things but Pikey I quite likey.
There’s far too much uncertainty about your universe
As speed becomes more accurate, position just gets worse
With ten spatial dimensions all rolled along with time
Where universe is multiverse, an omniverse of rhyme
Where no road is not taken and every path is free
Where every thing is everywhere in blind infinity,
A word becomes a number and a number is a word.
Is this the grand design, I asked, of which I think I’ve heard?
The capable creation can all philosophise
On chance and serendipity and whether gods roll dice.
We talked of quantum physics, and how Einstein was right
Quarks and protons, waves and photons, till I saw the light
What good is this great knowledge Pikey, tell me what to do.
Do what you wish, replied the fish, I hope it gets you through
Tell me Pikey, I enquired, what else should I know?
Your flies are open, said the fish, and now I have to go.
Yvonne Brunton
Sat 24th Nov 2012 00:23
How much help did the fish give you with this metre and rhyme? It's all so good, flowing from one image or concept to the next. Thoroughly enjoyed this one. XX