Old Man Time

The clock struck Old Man Time dead
And into matter anti-matter fled
And light curved into itself and was spat
Into the vortex of death.

And, released from perspective,
My soul saw parallel lines part
As they shot into the distance
Across the horizon of my heart.
"And what about me?" cried posterity
And ran into itself in the past.

This, according to the gospel of NASA,
Is the universe - beginning and end;
And, wild-eyed and dogmatic,
The high priests of science chant their equations
And sing E=mc2. Amen.