First Light Machine

The third charge of nature
Is the shift of phase neutral
A perfect change of stature
For an imperfect change of structure.

The picture that’s painted
Of a theorists black hole
Is a curious question
And a logical revolt.

The anniliation of matter
On an anti-time stance
Is the creation of a vacume
On the balance of chance.

A now spacetime traveler
On the heals of the past
Is a new phase ship passenger
In an alternative trance.

A rotating universe
Against a stationary point
A spacetime condundrum
A universal theory to anoint.

The one minuet moment
Of unsightly face
In a wonderful moment
Of magnificent grace.

The many driven torrent
Of insignificant waste
Is a relevant moment
Of inconsistent space.

A quantum theory
Of gravity
Is an elegant
Age old race.

To find the grail
Of what’s real;
A reflection
Of god’s face.

Gravity makes light
A directional change
By correcting the illusion
Of a two dimentional plane.

A curious computation
Of theoretical range
Asks for a logical reverse
On the meaning of age.

Four dimentional characters
Are often united
In seeking their mysteries
Where logic is slighted.

Four dimentional objects
Are never united
While seeking a balance
That can never be righted.

Four dimentional reasons
Are never unguided
In seeking illusions
That can never sighted.

Zero-sum total tempered claims
Disclose and deliver, heat and flames
Ensuring that silent energy wanes
To allow for dark and distrubring shames.