I slip through wormholes often as I age
Because one thing relates to many in time.
A multiverse comes tumbling to engage
The past in present reveries which rhyme
Without repeating, and remind me I’m
Only one possible result of all before.
While shaving I recall all previous shaves,
Those charged reflections staring back at me
Through infinite slits, particles and wave
Explore all routes now simultaneously,
And interfere with thoughts of probability
Arranging something different from before.
My razors sharper, cream protecting skin
Better, and my hand steadier, and still
The experience remains the same within
The practical parameters all times fulfill,
Regardless of absent or present skill,
Resolving in a singularity as before.
My feelings of then now must be converted
To what they may have been, to now inverted,
And thus across time-space I feel deterministic polarities
Of random recollected moments from entangled memories.
KLK
I Dwell In Possibility 