poetry
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Vacuum Decay, a poem
I was worried about a vacuum decay I read it a book that maybe we all vanish maybe we all vanish right away. The instability of all the instability of nothing how can we be anything when everything is everything all connected in a universe of particles all connected in ways that we call individuals…
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Casablanca, a poem
If our paths ever cross I’ll love you like crazy. We’ll fall together in lost time until time doesn’t matter until nothing matters and they can have all the stars. I’ll take your hand until I’m lost too. We’ll meet halfway in Casablanca on that last train, sharing a car towards forever existing in that…
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Fin, a poem
The screen turned black and in white it said fin. That’s how the world ended. Concrete. No confusion. And nothing more dramatic than a single word.
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Where to Next, a poem
I drove around till there was nowhere left to go and when I got there I was disappointed. The whole world is One big ball with the same thing in every direction. The clock keeps ticking as slow as she will: I’m stuck waiting.