THAT CAT
they all died
all
are alive
that cat
in the hat in the box always finds itself emerging
forever doomed to
survive
sick to the death at
the, possibility
of this terrible solipsism
having to better believe
it’s a fantastic layer cake
of endless simulation
nudge me
if you have a question, feel
you’ve stumbled
upon the meaning
I may not be deceased just
unable to sleep
OBSERVE
watch this poem
change on you
transform
before your very eyes
splitting
of pathways, sliding
doors
two
complete readings
whole new universes
brought into
being
in one
it goes Schrodinger
and the poor little cat
goes completely
zombie
uncertain whether
when box
is open
it
lives or
dies; is dead
or alive
in another
it goes Oppenheimer
heads out
to New Mexico
wipes
out
half
of Japan
saw the film; he’s the man
and here you are
in state of
superposition
I have
never been super anything
neither
in faith, nor reason
watch this poem watch
us both observe
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