Infinite Ways to Somewhere
If I knew the way
a thousand primordial black hole dots
dotted I’s and left the tails of Ps marbelously rolling
smashing explosions jest to cascade neutrinos
through the Universe I would call
some one of thousands of fake persona AI armed girlfriends
on-line awaiting deposit in some lonely account
gathering dust and cobwebs
never living a sunshone day in the Cayman Islands
Where rolling the sand up with gluesticks
making mountains of molehills
washing away in waves of dusk coloring chords of nightfall’s stars
like images of love and nuclear det-chorded nations
droning out in circles of spirals rising upon warm thermals
in darkness gravity waves built with information
grow latices of quantum froth
Berkeley’s sky flicks all around good signs
for life overrunning itself with green dreams
being bleached away.
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