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String Theories

        I say nothing

about how fast the light travels

   or of Einstein’s problem catching up with it,

     or of Ludwig Boltzmann, who killed himself

when scientists mocked his belief

   in other dimensions. Today

     the strings of Boltzmann’s theory

have stories to tell, they

   pulsate to anyone’s rhythm.

     I hold you in ten dimensions,

wish you safe in all of them.

   I know space and time curl around strings

     that give rise to the gravity

which holds us here, the way the notes

   of Mozart’s Requiem scrolled

     on his last staves. The invisible strings

in us spin themselves into specks of light,

   and two new forces one strong and one weak,

     draw us together. This is the complicated

shape of our time together, our past and present

   woven into a fragment of the sky.

     It is an elegy to you.

from Walking the Dog’s ShadowFind it in the library

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Published in Deborah Brown Poems

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