This one here dates all the way back to Melissus.
It’s said to concern what’s called a plenum.
“Existence is filled.” With mud, milk, or molasses,
he declines to say. “Time is based on the minim.”
It’s not infinitely divisible,
that is – at least, that’s what Hippo seems to have meant.
But it’s tough to prove, as time isn’t visible,
and no one knew back then that space is bent.
The pre-Socratics set out to create a world
to assure themselves the real one wouldn’t shatter.
As we speak it’s being restored and pearled.
It’s the stuff of words that comprises its matter,
protruding from out of the plenum, part on part,
referring back to the ones at the start,
piled up on each other to explain the latter.
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