Ashbery
Master of probabilities,
inventor of worlds poised
before being collapsed
into the real,
hovering almost
in a perpetual quantum state.
Where are You ?
Are you hiding
in a fuzzy cloud of words,
beneath a clever disguise
of masks or have you simply
broken yourself down
into elemental parts
and scattered them throughout
the parallel worlds
of your poems which,
like crazy mirrors, stretch
and strangely entertain
the receptors in our
dimensionally challenged brains.
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