In-Between Cuddling
I am in my ground state
something cuddling nothing
tucked in with my stuff of dream
myself and my companion
my form, language, my logic
my letter, symbol, my number
my explanation, description, my stroke, my sound
my noun, verb, my grammatical ingredient
my information, data, my mathematical bit
my measurement, my calculation
my equation, graph, model, my relation
my set, shape, dimension, my duration
......
a scary process, solving myself
I am in-between
after the before and before the after
poised curving through the curling pipe
astride my transitory surf-board
waves collapsing along the quantum shore
smeared, wiped-out, flipped backwards
into the probabilistic ocean or tumbled forward
through surging foam, chaotic spray
observing, informing, accelerating, colliding
attributing, entangling, tracking, tracing
momentum settling like a relativistic beached whale
floundering in a tidal gravity well
......
a scary experience, feeling myself
welcome to our familiar world
cosmos wrapped around our quantum cellar
initial conditions inflating below
embraced by the all-encompassing protoverse
combining happenstance, fields of continuous creation
spawning emergent intelligence
the becoming gods, our transformative selves
personality, memory, purpose
feeding our bellies, mending our bodies and minds
art, technology, history, adventure, achievement
love, compassion, empathy, grieving
imagination, procreation, celebration, failure
......
a reassuring response, cuddling others
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