Wormholes

The wormholes lead us if we dare

to unimagined worlds that scare

me.  Something creepily malign’s

through there, and space and time

seem cut and twisted everywhere.

Though, via a chink a softer glare

suggests I need not now despair

but follow where, by cute design,

the wormholes lead,

I have a very real fear

there’s no assured escape from there.

The light of other days can shine

on any past and redefine

our history, and that is where

the wormholes lead.