Trapped inside the light cone
on a path of eerie fire.
Causally connected
to your past
.
.
Onward.
Celestial spheres
embrace the future cone
gather round your burning self.
"What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were like a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?" –Richard Feynman
Wow! The blend of poetry and imagery is fantastic. It seems that complex geometry has inspired some deep creativity these days.
Thanks a lot, Michelle! Yes, it really feels like I’ve reconnected with something I had neglected for a long time!