Holy Hologram! Poem by Harley White

Say we dwell
In a 3-D projection
That truly is 2-D
Though hidden by scale,

String-theoried along
In our quantized vale
Where time dances quaintly
O'er space hill and dale,

Then reality isn't
At all as it seems
But more like the visions
Segueing in dreams—

Weird warped, yet truth fabricked
Such stuff conjectures are made on
A universe still in conception
Oho hologram! —

While headlong we lumber
Mistake wake and slumber
Spin webs from thin air
Sing ho for the life…



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