THEORY OF EVERYTHING

Come, string my lyre
and I will sing existence;
pluck all we have been.
and all we may become.

The lost chord found:
fundamental and harmonic,
Theme and variation,
concerto for light and time.

Not a bang - a crescendo,
all vibration at once.
The hall's walls fly away, yet
the sound still fills the room.

Wave goodbye to particulars;
duality dissolves in the roar.
The ultimate poetic justice:
Everything is tension.

This is Lalo Fox's first published poem. A year and a half after its initial appearance, Fox became Poetry Editor for Lit Pot's successor, Ink Pot.

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