Space

Strangely, like a mother to a child

Placid, but fertile, a womb exists beneath space & time

Awaiting the father's seeds of chaos

Contentedly, the source of existence plays out its eternal harmony

Entropic equilibrium is in the balance

And

Away from the universal effects that would play upon the fundamental strings

No Newtonian force of gravity, no coercion to unify the embryonic strings

Devoid of space in which to travel and of time in which to age

Time

Total freedom from the magnetic flux, that would conduct the orchestral strings

Inert, no melody composed, no evolution unfolds, just the aura of absolute harmony

Motionless, the strings rest in a fateful sea of eternal, blissful solitude

Endless, mindless, lifeless non-existence

Its

In this timeless maternal shell, it seems that even nothing becomes something

The fatherhood of chaos will have its way, at least once in an eternity

Sooner or later he will fertilize, and she will conceive

Origin

Out beyond the realm of the quivering strings, awaits the ever-present void

Randomness & chaos, are a  temptress, a siren to the innocence of the strings

Infants play near the rim and their fibrillation stimulates their sleeping partner

Gone in an instant, the tide turns, and the reluctant strings are swept away

Into a gravity cooker where the universe is broiling, within a raging particle torrent

Now her womb distends, and her bubble bursts, ejecting a cosmic maelstrom, as she delivers her progeny, it is the birth of Space & Time

Footnote:

Was this the beginning, or the beginning of the end, alas only space and time will tell, you and I will never know.

Time is only  a measure of how long the universe has been travelling through space, where it came from or where it is going, remains an unknown, and we are just insignificant passengers, on a ship called earth, that is smaller than the tiniest grain of sand.