If there were strings upon which a theory
could stand they would travel at speeds of light
piercing space and time while playing music
on the strings of a star or of a heart.

Superstrings unearthed from verse immersed in
chaos, sung by muses to poets like
Mark Strand, setting strings free like unzipping
strands of RNA unembraced uncoiled

dancing away from a double helix
yearning to be free, accelerating
through multiverses, event horizons
singularities,

                   forever

                                 alone