parenthetical mess

I’d say a good seventy-seven percent
(speaking from the room where bets are safest)
of the work reporting from worlds unreal
would be the simple feat of the piercing
the membrane (not to mention the tunnel)
and pushing deep enough in the darkness

(assuming arrival comes in the night)
so the real world vocal cacophony
hasn’t length to disturb the explorer.
It may mark the dividing line between
the many worlds or only one world views,
mine favoring the former. They hate that.

About Mountainside Musings & stuff

I enjoy thinking & writing & doodling & photography & music and if someone out there gets even a morsel of pleasure from my makings, well that's just an extra cherry for me.
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