Fourteen Point One Percent (a poem)

 

I thought I would journey to Proxima Centarui B
4.26 light years from away
electro-magnetic field accelerated
somewhat less than the speed of light
ten years round trip with a couple of months on-site
141 years would pass on earth
before I returned to the fight

  14.1 percent more time occurs
to those stationary in comparison
to those that at .99% light speed go
places in space-time through relativistic fields
patched up with the Higgs 
gravity will yet slow

  Observation of G at the speed of light
mixing with mass in vacuum’s cold night
to unify massless theory and probability cues
where insertion elsewhen renders everything new
the separation at time=0 plus
without coercion a mysterious fuss

  Conversions of echoes to field strength data
harmonic deontology chords for Zeubin Mehta
classified whirls wrapped in geometries
created time dimensions melted down
a song of salvation sends progenitor’d sound

  Time minus extension has one point to disappear
where everything is potential
and the distant is near
it waits for differentiation from the state of the same
reverse courses from the construction of fields blown apart
take travelers toward the beginning
to one field-separating start

    A Proxima Centaturi shear black field of layered forces
left time to overcome with evident dimensional courses
to venture for everywhen that fell from the night
and pluralism’s glories of beingness’ roses
time’s seas in all directions
are an index for sight
where we saw the vision
and discerned dark and light.