Alternate
It feels like fibers.
One type of earth.
And another.
The sturdy feeling that most people have?
That’s just their assumptions.
We all have alternate versions.
Maybe alive.
Having a lot of universes is a luxury.
I can melt away a few times like old algae.
And still.
I decide to bop around in the next nothing over.
Uninhabited planets.
Maybe earth took me to its core after all.
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