when Gilbert died 

the window shook

the sky domed inward,
and all that was colour
became black
there was a silence–
the type found in a vast
unfathomable vacuum
was this death
or did we miss 
(with our blindness)
the folding of our universe?
on a blackboard 
somewhere north of Zurich
is a series of formulae…
could the universe
really fold in on itself
eight times?
maybe the answer
was held in the chalked
-out numbers?
maybe the math of it all
was just too impossible?
one thing’s for sure
Gilbert will never know.