To poets
The universe
At core
Is terse—
(One verse, of course),
While at its source
The word universal
Is much more
Lyrical, versical;
And universality
Denotes a finality
Infinitely finite
(As Einstein
Calculated)—
The end’s in sight,
Though light
Years away—
Einsteinian insight.
Post-modern physicists
Now insist
Our universe
Is hit or miss,
For in reality
There’s no finality:
In fact the one
Is mere multiplicality;
Not universe,
But multiverses—
For better or
For worses.
It’s certainly more than
I can fathom:
Inside my brain
The (uni)verse
Remains the same—
Terse.
Copyright 2011 © by Brian T. Maurer
