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…
“What is your face like, your hands holding the pages, the child forsaken in you, who now looks through your eyes at mine?”
“It’s silly to go wishing people were dead just because they don’t call you up the very minute they said they would.”