by Richard Tornello
The noiseless noise
that’s in my head
electrons connecting a trillion said.
Humming white noisily buzzing.
Only inside at nighttime, no outside noise numbing.
Universe connected its
Translation not yet forthcoming,
its language beyond my ken.
I only know I’ve been there, again.
Visions of prebirth I remember clearly
like crack of the door partially left open,
while the whole of that tapestry’s not full light.
I saw and eventually under stood
Interconnected unbounded multiverses.
Maybe Bohm and Everett were close to right.
All the while realpolitik,
actions contrary to that
And I continue to kill,
and at will, if ever so distant.
Not the trigger directly
do I pull.
© 2011 Richard Tornello
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