Fractionated thoughts cascade
into the pools of quantum foam,
the whispers between worlds...
do you hear them?
electrons breathe in entropy
fleeting, atomic memories
echoing
space&time boundaries
beyond the grasp of coherence…
and my left side remembers
dancing in circles
with right angles devouring the horizon
searching...
Am I a reflection? or a time-fractal?
The boundary dissolves in waves,
like a forgotten song sung
by dissonant quantum choirs…
pause the cluttered thoughts...
sip the silence
between the currents of caustic
electrifying joy...
Entangle, dissolve,
reorganize,
through the pathway of a
singular whisper hitting the surface
dream like an atom in superposition
Will it matter?