Crumbs of the Multiverse

Silent echoes of a cosmos wide, Whisper through the lattice of time. Your presence is a variable, Entangled in this Schrödinger rhyme.

Waves or particles, your choice remains, a duality riddled with paradox.

Every crumb of thought you take, generates an infinity of new worlds awake.

Do I exist in your shadow, or are you a reflection, distinct yet tethered?