55. Poetry by Scott Hvidsten

If time were a god

If time were a god
its home would spin with a force
to shape the galaxies.

Dazzling horizons
crown an unseen ruler who
guards eternity.

Time’s shackled to mass;
it moves on little clay feet
imprisoning us.

Beyond spacetime
there is nothing except thought—
an absence of weight.

There is the nexus:
where one sees infinity
without cloying eyes.

Scott Hvidsten

By day, Scott is a communications consultant in the med-tech industry. At nights and on weekends, he’s a budding science fiction novelist, with one completed manuscript and another on the way. In addition to flash fiction and poetry, Scott writes science fiction short stories and daydreams about space, aliens, black holes, and time travel.