You stand outside the whole fabric
The warp and weft of time and space.
Nothing is slow, nothing is quick –
Distance means naught within your embrace.
Lightyear or micrometer are equal for you.
Aeon or nanosecond, isomorphic, too.
Electrons round a nucleus, planets circling a star,
Scale loses meaning, like a fractal you are.
But we are creatures of space-time
To meet you, we need a place and hour.
So, rather than act or pantomime
You enter our world, relinquishing power.
The potter becomes a jar of clay
The director takes a role to play
A single drop was once the ocean deep
The shepherd clothes himself as sheep
The One who created the cosmos – bang –
Entered our earth with a little whimper.
The eternal became temporal, cries rang
Out that night in a cold Palestinian winter.
So when I dream and scheme of scale
Of changing the world and all that entail
Let me not forget your slow, painful way,
Nor the price you were willing to pay.
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