Poem: New Physics

 

New Physics

 

a person, they say

is in fact a universe

with as many neurons

as there are galaxies.

and no one really

can put a value on any of it,

because meaning depends

on what is thought.

death, they say, resolves everything,

a solution to all one's quests.

and the light cast off

is more than equal

to the original big bang.

in fact, outside of time,

before you take shape

or move or hope,

all possibilities are options. 

so when you go out

or come in

through that blinding door,

there is, on the other side,

so they say, a mirror

of your own making,

one that bends to infinity.

such is the claim, anyway,

no matter where you choose  

to go or leave or stop or walk.

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12/21/25