The Universe politely
Revealed itself to Me
In syllables of Gravity
And shy — Infinity

It tilted like an Hourglass
Where Time forgot to Fall
And every Star a Question-mark
Unanswered — most of all

The Mathematic murmured
That Order must be True
Yet Chaos held her breath and smiled
As Numbers drifted through

The Philosopher at Twilight
Placed Meaning on the Shelf
And whispered softly “Why?”
as if The Echo were Himself

So now I walk between the Worlds
Where Wonder learns — to Wait
And find the smallest Particle
Still dreaming of its Fate.

:: 10.26.2025 ::