Looking just like a drop in the ocean one second after the event,
Seeming as tiny as a scientific planck unit, however also infinite.
Yet, a noumenon in itself for belonging beyond its own concept,
Along its undulation, existence is made real and then de-existed.
To the grandeur of the human it's the walls of real incarceration,
For His Lordship another tool in hand, so some may transcend.
Time is flat and disc shaped, I like it.