Quantum snow
falls
out of the black
hole of a night.
I stand before a
streetlamp,
evening and
morning, the first day.
The shadows of
some other universe—
porches, a
picket fence, a marble column—
will not flare
into existence yet.
They are not in
my thoughts at present.
I am a word
speaking in Heisenberg’s void,
and nothing
exists except in my mind:
“swirl.”
White galaxies
spin around the lamp
and conform to
the currents of my breath.
The night
proceeds, the genesis
of lights now in
living room windows,
and I see that
it is good.
Gathering my fur
collar against the cold,
I move through
the possibility
of an amniotic street.
There is another
lamp up ahead,
more snow
falling out of the
multiverse
night.
There are
beginnings within beginnings,
the fractal
nomenclature of creation.
Block by block,
everything
hinges on the position
of the observer,
snow, and a streetlamp.
In the
beginning.
~William Hammett
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I love the idea of quantum snow and multiverse nights,
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