Spirit Seed - an art work by T Newfields
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.