MIRRORED
yes, Morpheus
we are puzzled
we walk down
a straight road but
it is actually
a labyrith
the sponge that
doubles as a computer
is soaked in quantum juices
rife with
such tunneling
as you
could not possibly believe
were it not
as you
guessed before
we got
here
swallowing your tail
were it not
quite obviously
for the tunneling itself
CAUGHT
caught you
doubling down
on your duality
morning you were
totally Borgia
evening much
more Magdalene
which
as wave
as particle
have to calculate
your mass
determine your path
in terms of all tbat is
you are entangled with
in
the entire cosmic
catalogue
for better
or for worse
and perhaps much worse
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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