🍇 An Unseen Tapestry, Woven Of Stars Retreating Backwards Into Silence 🍇 Poem by James McLain

Imagine an alternate universe, one born in the reverse rhythm of our own Big Bang.

In this cosmos, the arrow of time flows backward, not as a regression but as an elegant symmetry, a dance of retreating possibilities.

Galaxies do not expand into the void but instead coalesce, condensing into radiant singularities, the luminous echoes of futures we can never reach.

Here, light emerges only to fold inward, its journey truncated before it graces the expanse.

It is a universe hidden from us not by distance alone, but by the very nature of its existence—its glow always arriving too late, its truths eternally just beyond our grasp.

Yet, even unseen, such a realm invites awe.
It suggests that reality is not a single thread but a cosmic loom, weaving countless tapestries in both directions of time.

It is a humbling thought, a reminder that the cosmos, vast and intricate, may hold infinities we can sense only in the whispers of our dim imagination.