Streaming Through the Firmament

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If Absolute be Absolute, it shears

Away the Relative of voids and voids

Among the galaxies, between the spheres,

Between Dark Matter and flung asteroids

Unknown, unseeable and far beyond

The Einstens and the prophets.  Prophets see

And do not see.  Some scientists are fond

To think that they can clarify the scree

Of matter, force and Antimatter.  Far

Away well past their instruments and blind

Assumptions, men encounter one wide scar,

The ignorance that fills a guessing mind.

  The Absolute entails man’s ignorance.

    We wait for men to grasp their pignorance.

© Phillip Whidden