What's this I feel?
It's Space! It's real!
The plane, a line, one dot in Time
strapped 'till still in a system.
Yet even fixed, the point is missed -
only a relative Now exists!
Does 'Z' envelope eternity?
A googol, a plop, will Time ever stop?
It's an Ultimate Motion Machine!
In this swirling goop I curve a loop
in my mind, where there's time
to pace space co-ordinates.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem