Whisky, diluted and neat
The parallels line up in traces, each singing in alternate voice with infinite actors and faces selected by multiple choice. As Schrödinger's kitty will mention, if quantum mechanics all jive the passive observer’s attention resolves if he’s dead or alive. Assuming reality branches at every moment in time this poet is pleased, for the chance is his verses both will and won’t rhyme. In infinite multiverse classes the matter is sure to repeat as optimists fill up their glasses with whiskey diluted and neat. ~Dean Neighbors ~ |
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