In the lab's electric midnight,
they conjured the dream-stuff,
spun it from algorithms,
woven through the quantum haze—
a phantom, almost nothing,
a ghost of equations
caught between the 1s and 0s,
where mass meets the void.
They whispered to the code,
poured it into fractal molds,
a lattice so light it could float on a thought,
yet denser than a black hole's sigh—
this aerogel of the unreal,
defying the weight of both physics and reason.
Quarks swirl in its mirage,
each one a memory, a flash of digital deja vu,
echoes from a simulation that never was—
or was it?
Its structure is more gap than substance,
yet it holds the cosmos in its gaps,
a scaffolding of near-nothing,
a cathedral of absence.
Touch it, and your hand sinks into numbers,
fingers dissolve into data points,
your skin becomes the code—
who's simulating whom?
And as you hold it,
this gossamer illusion,
the lab fades around you,
reality slips like a forgotten password,
you find yourself floating
in a vacuum of pure thought,
weightless, yet bound by
the density of digital dreams—
a simulated aerogel,
where the world is as thin as a whisper,
and just as real.
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Dimensional Doodles
PoetryThis collection is a tapestry woven from the threads of cosmic wonder and digital intrigue, each poem a distinct journey through realms where intellect and imagination collide. Dive into a universe where quantum whispers mingle with the syntax of th...
