I slip through wormholes often as I ageBecause one thing relates to many in time.A multiverse comes tumbling to engageThe past in present reveries which rhymeWithout repeating, and remind me I’mOnly one possible result of all before. While shaving I recall all previous shaves,Those charged reflections staring back at meThrough infinite slits, particles and waveExploreContinue reading “Quantum Shave”
