String

I use words to forge
my quantum omniverse,
those parallel states
of eternal inflation
where
I may meet myself
if I stop and think
long enough.

Or remain oblivious
to the eternal
supersitions
as I
and me
times infinity
split our now’s
into an isolation of realities.

Where
all my observable outcomes,
those parallel strings
of existence,
decree such disorder
that this cat
lives
and that cat dies.

Each
shameless vice obscured
by a cyclic waveform
that closes the loop
and renders each
invisible
to the other’s
spontaneous symmetry.