Purposeless, we blindly leap
From here to anywhere
By way of nothing, through nowhere,
Via everywhere.
On unknown future islands land
Across transparent seas,
Invisible, infinity
of probabilities.
We cannot know the way we go
For we only wee
Sharply, interference-free
Where we used to be.
So little, micro-time ago
Could we not call it “now”?
How many dots of space-time go
To make the instant “now”?
Is time itself a series
Of particles observed?
A subatomic spacetime curve,
Digital, unblurred?
Each defining moment’s all;
Observation’s what defines
The fleeting instant, present time;
No grand design.
If here and now is all there is,
That photo passing through both slits
Is outside time and can’t exist
In this hypothesis.
Moments tangled, moments stretched
On a wen of electromagnetic thread
Where long-dead stars are shining yet
overhead.
How long is now? How deep the sea
Whose waves of probability
Are frozen by a glance of eyes
And for that moment, crystallised?
When, like Uncertainty itself,
I grasp at these ideas,
They slip beyond my reach, I feel, and worlds conceal.