Might foam upon some quantum beach
A froth of worlds roll out?
Swift surge of brief realities
In nihilistic shout?
Should quantum tides thrust sentience forth
Upon lost temporal shores,
That consciousness may well outlast
Its quantum tidal bores…
So strange this stasis.
Gray pause more endless
Than the life or eternity at each its ends…
“What is your face like, your hands holding the pages, the child forsaken in you, who now looks through your eyes at mine?”