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Kevin Conroy is an engineer, lecturer and consultant who lives in Kildare. started publishing poetry in 2012 in The SHOp, The Moth, Burning Bush 2, and Boyne Berries. He was a prize winner in the Poetry Ireland/Trocaire Competition 2012.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love and the Eleven Dimensionsˡ of Twisted String

Mankind's greatest achievements have come about by talking...if we discover a complete theory, it should in time be understandable by everyone, not just a few scientists. —Stephen Hawking.

 

The Great Story of Something handed down

on a remote island in the South Pacific,

divines the world as an enormous giant turtle,

ocean waves lapping onto its back, kept steady

by sitting on another giant turtle, who sits

on another, who balances on yet another and so on.

It’s turtles all the way down.

 

The prophet on the stony greys

of an Atlantic island, sees the twisting

of the wind-swept fleece to a skein

as the necessary pain

for love in the world

the twisted string that’s stronger

and not the rope that strangles.

 

The scientists’ strings are tuned to everything,

their lengths, with no breadth or height, a quant veil

sweeping through time. They hunt the cosmic ocean

through ghost fields hiding the infinities of their equations,

balance particle on particle all the way down,

spin dual meanings in the foam of plasma wavicles

that quicken the mystery clouds of dark matter,

to tell someday the great story of something from nothing.

 

The shamans, scribes and scientists weave the twisted string,

trusting with courage that what is true is beautiful and good,

that no matter how things turn out, what they do has meaning;

turning nouns, balancing on adjectives, into verbs all the way down.

 

Then there’s us, just eating your apple tart that never fails

to balance the tart in the sweet, who speak mere words

in unmeasured degrees of freedom to keep

the world steady in the super-symmetry of love.

 

 

ˡM-theory, an extension of string theory, demands a universe with 11 dimensions, including a dimension of time and the three familiar spatial dimensions. “The rest are curled up too small for us to see.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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