Stuff and Nonsense
A universe that's saddle shaped
in three-dimensioned space,
Is unimaginably draped
in four-dimensioned case.
A magnet steals a needle from
the feeble grip of Earth,
The photon force with much aplomb
accentuates its worth.
Expanding spacetime's relative
but nothing's at the brink,
To spacetime it's indicative
that things within it shrink.
The quasicrystal calls for more
dimensions than just three,
Essentially to underscore
Its perfect symmetry.
Some gravitons escape our four-
dimensioned universe,
And that is why the force is poor
at halting its diperse.
As time slows down near massive things,
black holes command it still.
There must be someplace time has wings
where density is nil.
poem by Diane Hine
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