Echoes Of Me Myself In Poetry
The star dust in me speaks vacuums
Instead of spaces of infinite volumes
with molecules of poetry
drifting in empty space
producing echoes of me myself in poetry.
My face wearing a blank cheque
whose signature is the countenance of no one
of nobody except somebody who hardly exists
except in quantum entanglement
so that in the alternate multiverse I am me myself in poetry
captured in a poem travelling light years to me
For, in the beginning was not the word
rather, worlds gathered to witness the genesis of the metaverse
where the dead begot the lives of future bigots
whose empty minds where filled with pockets of sprockets
sockets oozing sonnets
causing mitosis and meiosis
and symbiosis in synthesis of life forms like me myself in poetry.
The star dust in me continues to speak volumes
instead of spaces of infinite vacuums
where echoes of unknown life will never be known
except by me myself in poetry
C.19082023
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