Speed of Light

On the great infinite, or the illusion of it. Time, space, existence, perspective, etc. Is it not ironic that infinity is portrayed by closed loops?

There are no parallel lines,
Only boundaries. 

The air glitters, catching far away light,

Reflecting infinitesimal beacons into infinite darkness,

A call to existence of any kind.

An easy tension oscillates through space,

In waves, a motion that the seas borrow.

A simple dance of small things,

More than mere alignment,

A cycle of disarray and momentary harmony.

There are no parallel lines,

Only boundaries of time.

Reviews

[DeerInHeadlights]

this is so lovely.. the way you have so poetically entwined science in these words. very good perspective. you have made it so beautiful.