I saw equations torn, infinities blazing like comets in midnight chalk,
quantum dice rattling in the skull of the void,
Einstein bending spacetime with marble hands,
two perfect languages screaming like lovers who cannot touch,
black holes drinking time,
Big Bang tearing itself open with contradictions,
cats forever split, clocks melting like wax at horizons of fire.

O strings! humming in secret chambers of dimension,
O loops! knotting the fabric into Planck-bright beads,
O holograms burning truth on the edge of the cosmos,
O entanglement! stitching galaxies with ghost-threads,
wormholes kissing in silence,
ER bleeding into EPR as if distance were a dream,
Jacobson boiling Einstein into the steam of heat,
Verlinde calling gravity a rumor of entropy,
Penrose hammering collapse into unstable dreams,
Hawking spitting ghost-bits into the night.

And I cried holy!
Holy quanta, holy heat, holy scream of horizons!
Holy webs of entanglement binding the marrow of stars!
Holy wormholes like mouths in the dark!
Holy strings vibrating hymns of hidden creation!
Holy loops pixelating the hush of time!
Holy black holes, ledgers of God, storing every scream!
Holy fireflies of radiation,
holy entropy rising like a tide,
holy collapse hammering the dream into flesh!

And I sang holy, holy, holy —
for the universe is not stone but thread,
not matter but memory,
not particles but patterns,
not law but relationship,
its shadow spacetime,
its weight gravity,
its cry information becoming flesh.

And the howl of it all —
O listen, O burning sky, O trembling dark —
the howl of it all is quantum gravity singing,
like the sea in the throat of the stars,
like the thunder in the bones of the void,
like Dylan’s green fuse driving the flower through spacetime,
like Ginsberg’s wild angels tearing the veil of infinities,
a single endless psalm:
all is information,
all is entanglement,
all is holy,
all is howl.