Wormholes
Somewhere in space there lies a place,
That connects two dimensions in time.
A comfortable oasis men forced must face,
When presented with 2 states of mind.
Twisting and turning, never converging,
Conjoining two disjointed schemes.
Resisting and yearning, forever diverging,
Thoughts only remembered in dreams.
Somber moments of relaxed coma,
Create quite a perplexed surreal.
Whispered illusions, relapsed confusion,
Sustain the tight vortex concealed.
Once you've arrived on the other side,
What's apparent is things look the same.
You soon realize there's no place to hide,
Transparency's part of life's game.
Somewhere in space there lies an escape,
A bridge to a parallel world.
A path one can take, to ease mental breaks,
Where time's dimension's unfurled.
Portholes exist that scientists insist,
Pierce man's perception of time.
Tunnels amidst a black cosmic abyss,
Wormholes that fester the mind.
Copyright © April 2010
Kevin Mooney
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