After a wild delirious "dream", I woke up and wrote a Haiku-resembling verse like that. I, however, got *some* nodding approval in a poetry circle.

Your comment/interpretation was seeming contemporarily helpful. Maybe our new artistic presence is just living in another, a different frame of reference.

Up next: I disagree with Albert Einstein. I think/speculate that "time", not "light" is the non-variable.

Why should we assume that Einstein or "Casper" should be so lucky as to get it all right the "first" time?