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The wave
All those probable mes,
we rode the wave together,
across the quantum seas.
The wave collapsed,
upon Everett's beach,
and we went our separate ways
-- one lonely world for each.
Now we live our desperate days,
forever out of reach.
f. barnes
2008-04-29