Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of Paramount/Viacom. This poem is the property of and is copyright (c) 1978 by Bev Clark. Originally published in Time Warp #2.
The Fiery Void (as if by Scott)
Aye, Lord, terrible is Your void,
Your four-dimensional vastness
depth upon depth upon depth.
One molecule per square kilometer, is it,
or centimeter? No matter.
Infinity times zero is zero.
Transinfinity, though -- another matter:
beyond the last barrier the tachyons roam,
behind the veil of time
that hides Your face. And what is man,
O Lord, that Ye allow us to rend that veil?
Aleph-null and counting, off we go
into the wild blue of the other side,
perhaps to penetrate infinity itself.
Ach! And a grand gift it is Ye gie us!
See the red star here -- blue tha' side.
See the impossible trans-blue giant.
See how the tachyons come and go,
and see them jump the gap.
Be Science damned to Hell -- I ken the reason
why they do. (And God forgive ma blasphemy.)
I see the tachyons spin their lucent web
between. Fiat lux. Fiat ether electrified.
Aflame, the sub-etheral arteries feed the hearts --
a multitude of hearts to warm eternity --
that pierce the veil and break the dark,
lighting our way this side,
pillars of fire still.
Aye, Lord, wonderful is Your void.