Thursday, January 28, 2021

The Twenty-Nine Volumes of This Theater

The many worlds multiverse hypothesis
Has been a boon to plot devisers,
Giving them leave to imagine as many
Parallel worlds as possible and to pretend

Them all plausible. Unfortunately,
It’s also exposed imagination
For its helpless limitations,
Its utter dependence for substance

On poor memory of the ordinary.
In even the darkest materials
And among the very strangest things,
What we find is never weirder

Than a mild dementia. Meanwhile,
We all sense a new convulsion
Coming soon; another end is near
To strike imagination dumb again,

And once it’s gone, whatever memory
Remains will use the new-found
Ammunition to imagine
Things were different.

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