FIELD
Looking out from left field
not quite
field of dreams
a tad more field
of batshit electromagnetic craziness
pinging electrons
(stuff in passing we
are
made of)
into being
and so
my field report
(so many
questions no doubt now
to field)
there are no electrons, paticles, me you, distinct
individuals
only probabilities
and what the field says,
what the field believes
ready to
build for
those who come
poems 2 die for 