This poem is part of a new sequence in which I explore some of the implications of theoretical physics through the prism of our incomprehension and our anthropocentric view of the universe. The notions that time is an illusion, space is granular, and everything is reducible to a field, are truly terrifying.
James Knight 
[…] here and here); one is included in an interview with me at Spontaneous Poetics; I posted one on this blog; and one of the visual poems (‘body of work’) was included (along with two from Chimera) in an […]