Before The Big Bang Poem by James McLain

But that I knew that were all twisted
in knots, are small mind's.
Smaller than the smallest grain of sand.
All that has been, all that will be
uncontestably small, one singularity.
A loop like a ribbon or bow or
back and forth like a ping pong ball.
Moving from each now to the next before time.
A measurement unmeasurable is but what you
can observe unable to change what has passed.
Such is it's weight, such is it's mass
tearing space, dropping right through.
Into new space completely void of light.
Unutterably, without heat, and no love
and no hate, nothing to see without sight.
Now your somewhere else, once short if your tall
black and white, without color no day.
Before you were born it went by in a flash
and after your gone, comes someone else,
and the millions of you
trying to hang on, pops each new bubble that comes.