The oracles of Time and Space
have stumbled on another Place —
Another side to the infinite spot
where time runs back to things forgot.
And all the Dark unseen might,
Is a thousand types of Light
Dancing Matter without care,
Neutrinos flitting through the air.
Where hatred loses memory
Where every life is set to free
I should have died and then been born
Into that Mirrored World, unworn.
Where galaxies are grains of sand
Where water rules above the land
Where creatures peaceful — safe abide
And Death recedes with time and tide.
How can I long for this unseen?
Is it a place my soul has been?
Why does my weary heart insist
On missing what ‘Does not exist’?