'Quantum Fluctuations'

Within the trembling quantum foam, A spark unseen, a hidden dome, Where time folds back, a shadowed stream, And whispers birth the brightest dream. The stars are threads in endless weave, Reality a web what we perceive. Yet deep beneath, the silence stirs, An ancient pulse, the universe. Negative time, a mirrored face, Dances in void, defies our place. Relativity bends light's embrace, Drawing soft curves in endless space. Each fluctuation, a fleeting hymn, Sung in the vastness, eternal and dim. A moment born, a moment gone, Carried by waves we trec upon. Oh, time, a phantom we seek to bind, Yet in its grasp, we too unwind.