Saturday, April 4, 2020

Superluminal Signaling

The grasses stir like creatures
In the shadows of the oaks,

And embodied memory
Imagines itself watching

Entangled photons stirring
Somewhere else in the cosmos.

What would that look like, photons
Dancing on a lifeless world

In another galaxy
Because these bounced from this sun?

Memory has memory,
One deck to shuffle, well-thumbed.

Try it. Imagine something
Not cut and glued from your life.

And yet there’s so many tricks
To play with such finite sets.

Memory set the limit
Collectively learned for light,

And memory ignores it
Often purely out of spite.

Thin stalks stalking the shadows
Toss tasseled heads. Far too bright.

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