When endless evers stay
reflections of rippling waves
windows for mirages of a forest
littoral edges tall and larked
ledges concaving reality
feathers unscene
Destiny is an engine starting
after a fuel change
another wrong idea is compensated
by the One that isn’t imperfect
changing course somewhat toward the bright
questions of gravity, spacetime and matters of the night
Undifferentiated maps of an empty place
funneled through everywhere
phenomena to share
time with motion arranged in order
of evolving borders
within, and without Hilbert Space.
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