Jan Sand (February 2 1926 / USA)
Far along to where Time's arrow flees
Where matter, banished, bereft of energies.
Photons no longer zip
Like a squeezed lemon pip.
The universe has deflated entropies.
One may not look into this time.
For then, its energies would climb
And overt intervention
Required for attention
Would negate its total peace sublime.
Therefore this period would not be missed
From the tabulated universal list.
An event that=s unobserved
Leaves reality unserved.
In actuality, it can't exist.
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