Time before Time
© 2013, Olan L. Smith
Upon the void stood Chaos; time was before time.
He straddled the abyss without a thing, yet; strings he strung,
And like a fine harp he tuned each cord to perfection,
From edge to edge and in-between; he anchored them so harmony
Might surge across a burgeoning universe; consequently, crafting quanta’s
Mainframe. Chaos laid figments [thoughts and dreams] over woven flecks,
So minuscule, except from within where the expanse
Seems extended forever ― yet each string was nothing ― each mass
Much less, merely constructs of his mind; nonetheless outwardly authentic.
His creatures searched for their designer, but observe void and stars
And questioned why ― miniature will-o-the-wisps believing they’re
Real and he is fanciful; conscious beings stare into subatomic
realms to unearth structure, instead; find only strange
Entangled strings, strung; hoping upon hope life is not a figment.
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Time before Time
Poetry"Time before Time" is a free verse acrostic poem, but not the ordinary acrostic; this acrostic is a hidden message within the message. To discover the secret phrase spell out the letters that are in bold; did you find it?
