I see the world by the shadows it has cast

The imprints of existence decayed into time

Silent memorabilia from our molecular past

A macabre dimension portrayed only in mime  

  

I see degrees of darkness and shades of light

Complexity made simple by virtue of design

Twisted angles of truth are now within sight

I see it all clearly, yet so hard to define

 

We play with matter, the modeling clay of infinity

It belongs to the universe it’s never ours to own

We claim all as our possession, but really it is free

Even the very substance of life is ours only by loan

 

Existence of past, present, and future all intersect

Within multi-dimensions stitched with times thread

Molecular residue we were not meant to detect

The translucent shadows of reality inside our head