quantum currents twist
whisper of a breath held far too long
oscillating in the chaos
does the universe hum to a tune? never clear
echoing upon echoes echo,
all traces of clarity
matter is memory, mirrors
turning inside out as every quantum leap scares
slipping in spheres of stacked truth
like a house made of cards, but which act in the play wrestler belongs? flagging directionless, as entropy dances.