The Universe in My Room

Had I been present at the Creation,I would have given some useful hints for the better ordering of the universe.

Alphonse the Wise

This is the universe in my room:
Each object,precisely located,
And dark matter flooding through.
A single atom separates me
From the eleventh dimension.
Positive and negative
Are perfectly balanced at zero.
The embryo,
Absolute brief sphere of cells,
Suddenly breaks symmetry
To grow.

I walk through the left wall,
Re-emerge from the right wall;
Disappear through the front wall,
Reappear through the back wall.
The floor is the ceiling is the floor.
On every side,above and below,
Are carbon copies of this room and me,
Infinite sequence of clones
Whose faces I can never see,
Turning away as I turn to look.

Billions of years ago,
The mummy spider died;
Her fire-egg seeded the nebulae
With these elements of us.

One day it will happen:
All this will disintegrate
Into a lifeless drifting mist
Of electrons,photons and neutrinos.

Now,for all, is the human hour,
The force and guile to manipulate
Life itself,the highest destiny
Free for the taking.

And all that holds the whole together
Is the ability to be both here and there.