From the Institute of Quantum Poetry

I am
or perhaps not
I can’t know
until the wavestate collapses
scratched out in some kind of cosmic
seismograph
marking out the vibrations of this world
or not
with leptons superimposing
passing through my eyes
outwards to observe
and change
either direction
or magnitude
for each attempt to measure
what it means
to be
as Monday morning philosophers
speak out
telling tales out of time
to come close
too close
to touching on singular truths
only to be drawn down
beneath that horizon
into
whatever exists in
information space
filled with the rattling of dice
and the hope of a saving throw
against the illusion of existence

 

Mark A. Fisher is a writer, poet, and playwright in Tehachapi, CA. His first chapbook, drifter, is on Amazon. His second, hour of lead, won the 2017 San Gabriel Valley Poetry Chapbook Contest.

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