Take the super strings strung
through the darkest of
spread matter
mysteriously strumming
with tunes
none of us understand,
test the theory that
if my hand
moves up and down
the sounds are
dimensions of possible outcomes
meaning mistakes happened
once
and once they didn’t
or they did differently
or they weren’t
mistakes at all.
Next, take the quantum
leaps –
the fields that are
waves
that are particles
that aren’t even there
just a potential or a probability
and probably when I look
here
something else happens
there
and when I look there
I have no idea of what
happened here.
As for the cat;
who is counting that
purring time bomb
of an infinite number
of only one life?
With all this going on
and we star-men and women
needing each other if
only
so we can revisit all
the things we wished we weren’t,
is it any wonder we
all choose to travel
into the wild dark
wonder
where stars blink our
names
and we have time to
defeat
before we ourselves
are irrevocably defeated?
And really, thinking
about it, we are just
that damn cat anyway.
And for those that
believe
we’re all waiting for
Cosmic God to cast His baleful eye
our way (or is it the
damning universal devil
that flips the lid,
delivers judgment upon us)
truth is the strings
can make order out of
chaos
but only for a fleeting
moment
before the next chaos
comes casually along
and firmly plants us
in the middle of it
all – a singularity
of impossible,
giddying movement as if
we all rode wild
stallion rocket ships
through the wastelands
of space
yet managing every so
often
to discover new,
innovative ways
of smashing our tiny
tin cans
into each other, thus
ending or starting
what had just begun
or inversely, finished
– the cat put out and brought in
at the same time.
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