What if there’s no past nor future,
there's just a present spectrum.
What if the passed is a present
lingering in white tones almost
radio waves, while the future
is what is blackest, almost
gamma rays, yet the present
is multicoloured, wavelengths
we can normally see, as black
if saturated, white if bright,
future opaque, past transparent
upon multilayered observations.
Time is a colour and we are stuck
in blacks, whites, while subtleties
tell us: the past is so transparent,
we forget. The future is so obscure,
we can’t see it. If grays are what
we only see we’ll never understand
why time is colour, not a striking
tick tock that divides us in two
sentences, pitches, wavelengths,
instants ignored even as absorbed.
Most of time is invisible to us,
we record what we can as a radio
projection, attempt to see futures
beyond probabilities, what could
happen, too intense, can’t decipher
the steel chamberuntil we collaborate
for a timespectrometer to detect
what we are made through time slits.
To measure what we screwed up, to
accept futures we might not desire
but happens as we continue to err
as a past's distance stretches into
our present's perpetual circularity.
Note: This is my first example of a MetaContextual Poem. I described its origin and justified its creation here: http://beingpoetry.com/inquiry/what-is-metacontextual-poetry/
. It is important to note that my metaphoric interpretation of scientific concepts attempts to promote creative thinking, not to simply illustrate knowledge in a poetic way.