Maybe There’s a Way to Live Forever
according to some physicists
infinite versions of me roam
across infinite universes
bundles of subatomic particles
full of probability
and uncertainty
and all possible
futures
are real
and each time I choose
between burritos and kale
both options play out
because God
does, indeed,
play dice with the universe
and when I’m reposing
in a sepulcher
in full decay
infinite versions of me
will be engaging
in infinite weird shit.
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Vincent O’Connor works with computers for a living but writes for life.
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I really enjoyed reading this. The last line is a hoot. But seriously, when I was only eight years old my father asked if I could believe in a parallel universe. It’s fun to have an open mind. And it’s been fun reading this well-crafted poem.