“The mind is its own place”
~ Paradise Lost, Book I, Lines 221-270, John Milton
The mind creates its own space/time inside
A rumpled space in skulls. The gravity
In that dimension grows as long and wide
As heaven and hell to hold depravity
Of atom bombs and peace from Jesus Christ,
The mushroom clouds exploding with each blast
And Buddha with his fingers making tryst
Between Nirvana and the toddlers gassed
In Auschwitz showers. The time is like the length
Of death and brief as Mayfly love or dread
Inside a brain on guillotine. The strength
Of consciousness swells fierce where spells are bred.
When Einstein did his thought experiments,
His mind implied entombment cerements.
~ Phillip Whidden