A nowhere boundary suddenly appears
when earnest inquisition bravely looks –
regarding not the often whispered fears –
into the dense, high stacked, forbidding books,

which wield the grammars, formulas, and rules,
such urgent syntax saying always ‘there!’
inside the page, some self-transforming tools
though curiously always seeking ‘where

is Him or That which rules the universe?’
Twining theories all require dimensions
existing nowhere else but in this verse,
created, artful string which draws attentions.

The mind’s the best machine to travel time –
How else could I, mere child, make this rhyme?