Word String Sculptures of Dark and Light (a poem)

If word strings were pieces of Patonic solids
sections of membranes like ticker-tape
stretched upon gaps of space-time
meanings wrapped with words and sentences
sculpture of Wordsworth’s Thinker
pondering lakes gathering drops of ideas

Something aliens had landed
with 1600 per cent concentration of gravity
echoes of nothingness
virtual particles entangled in quantum mesh
fields with disindividuated qubits
digitalized monadology

Something sticky to keep the tapes together
formed chiseling August Rodin
and milk spilt like meadows and cattle
D’Hooft’s colliding
with all of Die Planeten
so many possible words worth the space.

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