The Hole in Space - A Short Poem with a Hat
The hole in space was in the corner of my closet
I had it hidden under an old hat I owned
It was best to keep it covered
If you looked at it too closely your mind would rebel and a wave of nausea would follow
It is impossible to describe in any meaningful way
It is easier to say what it is not
It is not a hole, or a rip, or a rend, or any other tear in the fabric of reality.
It is not a wormhole, or dimensional gateway, or quantum fluctuation, or any other such science fiction device
It is simply a hole in space
It needs to be filled
It needs to be fixed
It needs to be closed
For now the hat will have to do
