Once upon a time, I read a poem titled “Playing Einstein-Rosen Bridge.” I don’t know who wrote it. Saw it on a peer-critique site. Loved it, though. The title alone was just… perfect, which is part of why I still remember it, years later. Imagery of mathematics and physics and metaphysics all mixed, metaphors and allusions twisting and twining in complex helices… Yeah. Like that. The sort of poem that inspires poetic language in others just from memory of having read it.
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