OUTSIDE ITSELF

OUTSIDE ITSELF

poem is
inside itself
outside itself

around and about
wearing a hat

at some tea party not
yet written in
alternate worlds theory

the Cheshire Cat and
the March Hare trade
gleaming cups
and saucers
     as they follow their
unique trajectories

I wonder what other than
steam locomotives
travel in parallel

at
  a table somewhere far
far away or microscopically
close entirely

Sir Penrose and Professore Faggin
argue the exquisite degree
to which consciousness
is primary

I think this
will change everything, harvest
many new sheaves
of paradigm

alter this line too way before
my finger hits the right,
the only possible key

how this
      should be so

above my pay grade
is way beyond me