Sometimes, awake at night,
I fear that I shall find
my synapses all firing
in someone else’s mind.
As solid sleep eludes me
I can’t leave it unsaid,
through quantum entanglement,
I’m in some other’s head.
Or perhaps I could be walking,
just strolling with my dog,
visualizing strangeness that exists
in this quantum fog.
Is that a bird that I see,
or a leaf? But then again,
it may be a weirdness peering
from a multi-dimensional brane.
With vibrating strings humming
through all that I’ve learned,
connecting the unseen and bizarre,
I’ll admit I’m a trifle concerned.
So many hypotheses in my thoughts
make me so tired and weary,
I’ll contemplate the Mandelbrot Set,
and switch to Chaos theory.
