There is a world
Where every possibility of
potential finds expression
Every path pursued to its infinite
fractals of repeats
To meet and assimilate as dream of
self in all possible realities.
In a train that appears to travel
parallel
I sight myself looking out of
window
A counterfactual life that took
off from some untaken turn
Was that a reflection or limits of
reason?
Surprised I look carefully
Time halts to moment
A continuum of crisscrossing
thoughts
Collapse into particles and vanish
I bathe in moonlight of hundred
moons
And wait for thousand suns to rise.
