slipping into the future...
The time worm just keeps
drilling through the apple
the winter dust that glitters
the fall leaves that dapple
maybe everything’s virtual
composed of light
it is pretty to think so
but they say the math won’t
work out right...
another week of worms
all gnawing at the tapestry
another stab at meaning
that comes out as sophistry
What good is science
at the mercy of the paradigm
and now the worm is telling me
there’s really no
such thing as time
what
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