At the edge of reception where
I know naught.
Sphere, realm, dimension.
Not fully in nor out.
Stretched between nanoseconds
Of here and there and now and then.
Mathematical matrix of
Quirks and quarks and myths and
I dislike physics, but the science of
Matter and energy and their
Interactions make sense of this
Draw beyond my ken.
It taunts and flaunts spectacular
Galaxies as I travel amidst this
One star ruin.
Black holes beckon and I barely
Resist their temptation.
I am so in awe.
Quick! What is the definition of
Redemption as I teeter on the
Edge of reception.