If the curvature of spacetime were hyperbolic
this whole enquiry would probably
make sense.

However, for the sake of exploration
let's conjecture
our hearts are connected to a primal tau
whose contradictions dissolve
leaving no question
poetry involves both when and how.

Gwen:	(laughing) What sort of intellectual rubbish is this?
Noel:	It claims to be poetry.
Gwen:	(scratching her head) I can't quite see how.