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The multiverse
Who knows
Maybe this
Scientific imagination
Each choice spins out into a paradigm
With teeth
So that we have
In reasoned chaos
The universe of possibilities
Everything we think of
Dream of
Find in nightmares
Has happened somewhere
And is happening
A tongue to invoke
There is paradox
Irony in Oppenheimer
The godhead cited
Now we destroy the worlds
We cannot make
Heroes, villains
Inside tethered minds
C L Couch
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Universes
To understate,
The universe is huge
And there might be many of it
All around and through
Makes one wonder how matter can
Be dark as in absent
Where’s the room
But I guess dark matter is a substance
Of its own
Like tiny black holes that might be
All around as well (and through)
If so, they must be pulling matter that we know
We lose the universe we know,
And does it go to feed another
Body on another plain
And so they have such openings there
As to release their atoms
Skittering across astral dimensions
That might sometime land here
Is it all one give-and-take
And is there balance
Or is chaos confirmed
As part of the regularity, the normalcy
The paradox in making
In keeping everything together
While it all moves
It’s not covalence
It’s a dance
We all are partners
Everyone has a turn
Each one owns steps
And talent is in measure
And it’s all approved
Do you see
Whoever you are
However you’re arranged
And I can’t speak to aberrance
But someone can who calls
The dance
Does not control the steps
But gave us the hall
And bids us, as an invitation, to take part
In something wonderful
C L Couch
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