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parallel
the world 's
that weren't
are elsewhere, sure
the worlds that
could have been
you'll never see them
but you know
that's where the accident
never happened
it's where the thing
was cured
where I was king
or never born
the ones who are gone
we might observe there
carrying on, with others
uncannily like us
or not, they'd recognize us
or they wouldn't
a camera would catch them
just as real, just as alive
in every
nuanced variation
alike with those we know
neither are they replicas
(doubtless they've their own clones)
but each themselves unique as we
mere products
of infinity
or some close
approximation
products
of eternity likewise
uniqueness,
also near enough
has as broad
a brush
one can't be
sure who thought this up
or if that
was required
and although no one you know
is likely ever to see such wonders
nevertheless,
none of it's illusion
unless we are
ourselves
that's what I
believe
and take no
comfort there
Didn't the Nobel Physics winners suggest we may all be imaginary? I don't feel imaginary, nor does this poem...
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