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A Tessellated Dream
I live in a world of strings
Lost in a few dimensions.
Reality is lost to my eyes
As I inhabit our inventions.
The macrocosm and microcosm
Are invisible to me
And time is fleeting
In this reality.
For there is no such thing
As substance or stability
The illusion is convincing though
I struggle to really see.
I’m very leery of the m-theory.
Things are not what they seem to be.
All time exists as a single moment
And in the quantum universe
Things exist and don’t exist
It’s really quite perverse.
This world may not be as it seems
As we splutter out of these tessellated dreams.
Opher – 5.9.2020