What if Plank’s Constant was not constant?
What if Einstein’s God really did play dice?
What if space did not exist and time was no more?
then telling time became a chore
for it stood still and was no more
what hand could open this timeless door?
its latch frozen from unsweetened tears,
waiting on un-passing years
waiting by the frozen door –
“Not only does God play dice but, …sometimes he throws them where they can not be seen.”
in dream I fell,
I fell away
to a place not known –
where day moved into night,
and night gave birth, to warmth
to warmth and light
“— the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.
And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.” Genesis 1:2
and waters flowed,
to a land called Long Ago-
to the time
that was no more, no more –
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power……”
the unsweetened tears,
of the un-passing years
“What really interests me is if God had any choice in the creation of the world.”
freeing the latch,
the Spell was broken,
with the Spell broken –
Time began –
and the door was opened