The Grand Design: a poem

About what one can not speak,
one must remain silent.
–Ludwig Wittgenstein

What to say of self-created heavens
of spacetimes of dimensions eleven

of Feynman paths of potential realities
of present-made pasts and Riemannian geometries

of loops of string and things called branes
of a universe no God is needed to explain

of one Theory formed from a sMorgasbord
of dishes of physics in seamless accord?

I think of a multiverse of cosmic foam
and say that I can only write a poem.

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1. The Grand Design: a book by Steven Hawking and Leonard Mlodinow
2. The Mathematics of M-Theory: a talk by Robbert Dijkgraaf (the paper)
The first, I can follow clearly. The second, dimly.

Note: I grew up in North Carolina, where poem rhymes with home.

placed in Poets United Poetry Pantry #8