Quantum mechanically.
At best,
I’m sitting here at rest.
For the worst,
I dissolve your poor soul into alternate egos.
Show,
Me your ones and zeros.
No need to act like a hero.
Life goes on,
And on,
And on.
There’s nothing we can do,
In this steel box,
Floating far above the earth. There’s nothing we can do,
Mortal souls,
Locked in our chemical romance.
Biological dance.
There’s nothing we can do,
Or is there?
As a quantum function I only exist in the now.
One part of me is all of me,
I’m holographic,
Multidimensional,
Super-sensual,
Sexual,
And ready for new meaning,
But still sitting at rest in your,
Biomechanical dream,
Steam punk stream,
Of consciousness existing all around us,
Ever present in the now,
Microcosm,
Macro . . .
Pause,
Sum,
Of all meaning in one,
As I drift off into outer space.
And that inner place,
At the same time.
Not one cent of my dime,
Is spent,
Trying to understand spacetime.
It just is.
In existence.
And that’s it.
So we explore more and go beyond the gore,
The political mainstream pop culture.
But I really don’t understand it much more,
So,
Let’s go beyond the shore,
Into the deep dark blue,
I’ll see you there,
Sometime,
In spacetime,
Real soon.