Everything keeps giving
echoes of itself :
I've seen - heard - met - felt - tasted
this instant before --
and not even in the accepted plane
of time -- it's happened elsewhere ;
it's engrained in the memory
of my body's intricate cells
so that when a moment presents itself
I get lost in the infinite order,
the ten-dimensional web
begins to weave its way
through my consciousness ...
I travel along the strains of light
until I reach a thousand intersections of possibilites
and then I play them all out simultaneously
and watch my multiple lives
unravel around me.
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