ROOM

ROOM

stet
Heraclitus you are wrong
this man
   cannot step
into that bed
river mibd a river

back up a bit
let’s forget media res
simply
   start at
the beginning

virtual particles abounding
no hope of
even one
     actually actualizing

promise of this moment
never to be realized
come and gone

so many wave fronts
from bed to couch and
back again
  washing over me

you
   by now
sleeping serenely
me maybe
astral travelling
as far as I can tell

room to
expand, manoeuvre

room
for doubt

here we
      make love, don’t
make love

roll two lovely snake eyes
so you may guess
which
   forked path

possibilities, probablities,
green light
    for go, red
for full stop

in this little ecosystem, tiny
echochamber things
horribly resonant

yes
   roll those bones
roll
    with
the flow

tick the will
they won’t they
        take what’s
in the box

you know
    whose doomed cat
is waiting
in that box

the whole nature of
connection, entanglement

now
   premised on our moment

and what other, kinder worlds
have decided for themselves
have themselves
found out

let them
     film the morning after
still through a lens
of blessed
   enchantment

Pan panning with magical
camera across
the mystical space
that will
            always
be
   her bedroom

for the record (record of
flautist playing
the firsf
    time I ever saw
her face)

nothing
to see here